#kiss

It doesn't bother me because I can tell everyone to kiss off. ↗

— Jack Whittaker

#bother #everyone #i #i can #kiss

On-screen relationships are the best because you don't have to worry about saying the wrong things. And if the guy's got a girlfriend, or I'm not attracted to him, it's even better. It's just my character kissing his character. ↗

— Alicia Witt

#attracted #because #best #better #character

I've been lucky enough to kiss three James Bonds on screen: Pierce Brosnan, George Lazenby and Daniel Craig. ↗

— Olivia Williams

#bonds #craig #daniel #enough #george

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#away #far #far away #first #first kiss

My girlfriend claims that her last boyfriend was a better kisser than me and I have to admit, he is pretty good. ↗

— Dwight York

#better #boyfriend #claims #girlfriend #good

He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars. The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone. “You’re . . . ,” he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. “Such a pain,” he concluded. “What?” I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang’s hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination. Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang’s arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back. It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him. It was a total disaster. Gasping, I pulled back. “I, uh—,” I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket. ↗

— James Patterson

#best-friends #brb-dying #confusion #feelings #friendship

I'm sorry," he says. "What? Why?" "You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. "It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things." "Oh, it's okay," I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. "You can touch anything of mine you want." He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I've said. I didn't mean it like that. Not that that would be so bad. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#anna-oliphant #embarrassing #humor #st-clair #funny

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired. ↗

— John Green

#funny #humor #kisses #kissing #laura

God's wounds cure, sin's kisses kill. ↗

— William Gurnall

#god #kill #kisses #sin #wounds

Out in Saxe-Coburg Street she stood still for a moment and looked at the gardens. He kissed me, she thought. He made the move; I didn't. The thought was an overwhelming one and invested the everyday world about her, the world of the square, of trees, of people walking by, with a curious glow, a chiaroscuro which made everything precious. It was the feeling, she imagined, that one had when one vouchsafed a vision. Everything is changed, becomes more blessed, making the humblest of surroundings a holy place. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#kiss #love #attitude