A kiss without a beard is like an egg without salt.
A kiss without a moustache is like beef without mustard.
If you want the daughter, you must kiss the mother.
A kiss without a hug is like a flower without fragrance.
A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance.
When a thief kisses you, count your teeth.
But that kiss did more than turn her into a puddle of lust. It terrified her. Not because of how soul-searingly good it was, but because kisses like that don’t just happen. Kisses like that implied history and connection and bone-deep knowledge, an...
He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.
I say, 'But he does not have you,' and I kiss her through the orchard gate. It's a kiss I have longed to take. A kiss that gently tugs at Astrid's seething power, at the wildness inside both of us. It's sweet and feels like a confession: I love her.
And okay, fine. If you have to kiss her, you have to kiss her. And believe me, I do not envy you. That's taking one for the team a little far. I mean, I think I'd rather endure the stabbing myself instead of having to kiss her.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to yo...
Elsa: [to Indy after a kiss] How dare you kiss me! [She kisses him] Indiana Jones: [pulling away] Leave me alone, I don't like fast women. Elsa: [biting his ear] And I hate arrogant men.
Harry: Look, you want to see something cool? [Harry pulls out a copy of a Gossamer book with a hole in it] Harmony: Oh cool! This stopped the bullet, Harry. [Harmony pokes her finger through the hole in the book. Harry taps his bullet wound] Harry: N...
Perry: Rule number one: this business, real life, it's boring. Do you have to smoke? Harry: You want me to put it out? Perry: Yeah, soon as you find a large, brown clump of shrubs, just throw it in there.
Deckard: Say "Kiss me". Rachael: I can't... rely on... my memories... Deckard: Say "Kiss me". Rachael: Kiss me. Deckard: I want you Rachael: I want you. Deckard: Again Rachael: I want you. [pauses] Rachael: Put your hands on me.
This was one of those times that a pint just wouldn't cut it.
Redemption is for the weak. The strong keep sinning
Chatty, defensive, observant. My new favorite witness.
Have you ever kissed a guy?” “I’ve kissed my dad and my granddad.
But, in the end, a kiss is just a kiss; I have no time for love, or seasoned lips.
I kiss the soil as if I placed a kiss on the hands of a mother, for the homeland is our earthly mother. I consider it my duty to be with my compatriots in this sublime and difficult moment.