I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

I'm from Planet Nomi where I wear black lipstick so you can see my lips and what I am doing with them.

God cannot leave us. It is just that our soul is so vast, we do not always feel His lips upon the veil.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in, but they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in.

It takes your mind off things when there's a cat in your lip and he's purring while you're petting him.

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

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

And this is what you get for laughing at me." He pulled her up a few inches until his lips touched hers.

Words don't go from the brain to the lips in time. That's what a stroke does to you... and that hurts me.

Genuine bon mots surprise those from whose lips they fall, no less than they do those who listen to them.

It is God in you that responds to God without, or affirms his own words trembling on the lips of another.

Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.

At the end I couldn't hear what the Queen was saying to me. But it was just great to see her lips moving.

The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity.

To let a fool kiss you is bad...To let a kiss fool you is worse. 'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.

Christianity is in no way a stoic faith. It fundamentally rejects the "stiff upper lip" school of thought.

She's the nicest person I know." Zila chewed on her lower lip. "Well, the second nicest. Avry's the first.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them.

Less is more when you do a bright, bold lip. Just draw on black liner and some mascara and you're good to go!

The most effective sermons are those which make opposers of the Gospel bite their lips and gnash their teeth.

I can feel glamorous without makeup, especially on my lips. They're naturally reddish, so I often let them go.

Rama was not only on the lips of Hanuman. He was enthroned in his heart. He gave Hanuman exhaustless strength.

An old wine-bibber having been smashed in a railway collision, some wine was poured on his lips to revive him.

Corbin Bleu was my first kiss in life. I was 12, and he was, like, my first kiss for TV... It was on the lips!

When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.

Power and courtly influence form an intoxicating draught even when raised to the lips of an ascetic and a saint.

Don't offer God partnership when he wants penitence. Don't present him with lip service when He wants your life.

He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.

You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.

Is everything a joke to you?” I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. “Not everything.” “Like what?” “You.

In Hollywood today, it's cool for guys to wear nail polish and earrings in their lips and tongues. I don't get it.

The harvested fields bathed in the autumn mist speak of God and his goodness far more vividly than any human lips.

"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."

The tension between us kicked up a notch, and I realized that along with our bodies being nearer, so were our lips.

I like smudgy black eyes and pale lips for evening. Red lipstick looks great on other girls, but it's too much on me.

I have girlfriends who've had Botox and been left with lumps in their faces. And the lips, don't even get me started.

I still do Juvederm for my lips. I go to Dr. Ourian in Beverly Hills. He's the best, and he's super natural about it.

Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.

I believe in running through the rain and crashing into the person you love and having your lips bleed on each other.

Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you." He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, "I always choose you.

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!

This is our true tie," he whispered, his breath falling hotly onto my lips. "You're meant for me, and I will have you.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

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