My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.
One kiss, two lips. One love, two bodies. (Un baiser, ce sont deux lèvres. - Un amour, ce sont deux corps.)
A lot of lip service gets paid to being honest, but no one really wants to hear it unless what's being said is the party line.
I use Elizabeth Arden Eight Hour Cream, £12, on my lips, and my arms if they're sunburned. I'm past caring that sunbathing is dangerous.
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
I have girlfriends who've had Botox and been left with lumps in their faces. And the lips, don't even get me started.
Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of such glorious confusion.
You can't keep playing lip service to God. You have to make a daily commitment to Love, Honor & Serve GOD.
The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips.
I couldn't wait to grow a mustache. I stopped shaving my upper lip the day I graduated from high school.
Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety.
As a woman, I've learned that having a uniform of your staples or setting your look and saying what distinguishes you - like red lips or hair or whatever - leaves so much time for the rest of the day.
Harry Block: [after sex] Cookie, you're a definite artist. They should put your lips in the Smithsonian.
Kanji: Life is so short / Fall in love, dear maiden / While your lips are still red / And before you are cold, / For there will be no tomorrow.
Eddie Dane: How'd you get the fat lip? Tom Reagan: Old war wound. Acts up around morons.
Hawkeye Pierce: Hot Lips, would you like to see these pictures of my kids? Hotlips O'Houlihan: I'm not the slightest bit interested.
Trapper John: General, you can't blame Henry because Hot Lips can't stand her name.
Narrator: Thus... the first sound to escape Grenouille's lips sent his mother to the gallows.
I am so saddened and grossed out by young women who look like creepy, old aliens because of their new Barbie noses and lips. Is that a smile or a grimace?
I enjoy the process of composing music. The first time I hear a song, it has to bring a smile to my lips. You have to tap your feet and be able to sing the song.
What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.
