Tell me now, Angel, do you think we shall meet again after we are dead? I want to know.” He kissed her to avoid a reply at such a time. “O, Angel – I fear that means no!” said she, with a suppressed sob. “And I wanted so to see you again – so much, so much! What – not even you and I, Angel, who love each other so well?

Judas called Christ Lord, Lord; and yet betrayed him, and has gone to his place. Ah! how many Judases have we in these days, that kiss Christ, and yet betray Christ; that in their words profess him – but in their works deny him; that bow their knee to him, and yet in their hearts despise him; that call him Jesus, and yet will not obey him for their Lord

When women kiss it always reminds one of prize fighters shaking hands.

My beautiful Win. I wanted to kiss him on every last broken place, but his mother and my lawyer were there. So, instead I started to cry.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there’s a lot of difference.

When you really like someone, tell them. Sometimes you only get one chance.

A kiss on the beach when there is a full moon is the closest thing to heaven.

I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies, kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye.

I bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.

Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss

Many kisses the hand they wish cut off.

Did you drop it? Why is it so salty? It’s like kissing a bloody sailor!

One of the skills I had to learn and become proficient in is kissing a man. I had never kissed a man. Will Smith did it in his movies, so did Jake Gyllenhaal, and I figured it was my time. So it was me and Steve Carell – fantastic.

Life is short. Kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly.

I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages.

I would kiss a man’s ass if I needed him.

You only just tell a boy you won’t ever have anybody but him, ever ever ever, and then you kiss and that’s all. Anybody can do it.”

I have found men who didn’t know how to kiss. I’ve always found time to teach them.

Kiss and make up-but too much makeup has ruined many a kiss.

A man’s kiss is his signature.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

He knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.

Kiss me hard before you go. Summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know. That, baby, you’re the best.

Kiss me hard before you go.

Come and take a walk on the wild side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.

Most mornings I’m up to see the sun, and that rising of the light moves me very much, and I’m used to thinking and feeling in words, so it sort of just happens. I think one thing is that prayer has become more useful, interesting, fruitful, and … almost involuntary in my life,” she says. “And when I talk about prayer, I mean really … what Rumi says in that wonderful line, ‘there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.