#lips

You know, as long as you do everything in moderation, you don't go overboard, you don't, you know, turn your lips into guppy lips - I mean, a little zip or a little zap, that is not a big deal. ↗

— Suzanne Somers

#big deal #deal #everything #everything in moderation #go

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. ↗

— Judy Garland

#ear #heart #into #kissed #lips

How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love. ↗

— James Beattie

#how #lips #love #sweet #truth

I've been looking at some video clips on YouTube of President Obama - then candidate Obama - going through Iowa making promises. The gap between his promises and his performance is the largest I've seen, well, since the Kardashian wedding and the promise of 'til death do we part. ↗

— Mitt Romney

#between #candidate #clips #death #gap

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven. ↗

— George Sand

#always #earth #heaven #love #love always

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children. ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#children #god #hearts #lips #little

An artist can be truly evaluated only after he is dead. At the very 11th hour, he might do something that will eclipse everything else. ↗

— Van Cliburn

#artist #dead #eclipse #else #evaluated

It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#color #god #life #lipstick #love

For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone. ↗

— Audrey Hepburn

#alone #beautiful #eyes #good #kindness

But that which is called a Flower by any other name would still be as trusting and they were not to change her. In fact, she grew only more Hothouse-gorgeous as the bitterness poured down and off and around her and flooded the town, fertilizing crops, drowning fields, providing new homes for water birds and their babies, and bringing people from villages all around to swim in their beautiful blue lakes and marvel in the wonders of a village no longer called Numbskull but instead 'Miroslava' which means 'peace and glory.' "Numbskull's Flower and the Well-Meaning Poets Society." First published in State of Imagination ↗

— Meg Sefton

#short-story #slipstream #young-adult-fiction #beauty