All Quotes By Tag: Kiss

“They were kissing. Put like that, and you could be forgiven for presuming that this was a normal kiss, all lips and skin and possibly even a little tongue. You’d miss how he smiled, how his eyes glowed. And then, after the kiss was done, how he stood, like a man who had just discovered the art of standing and had figured out how to do it better than anyone else who would ever come along.”

“He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.”

“His noise is getting quieter, but I can still see it there still-See how he feels the skin of my hand against his, see how he wants to take it and press it against his mouth, how he wants to breathe in the smell of me and how beautiful I look to him, how strong after all that illness, and how he wants to just lightly touch my neck, just there, and how he wants to take me in his arms and-“Oh, God,” he says, looking away suddenly. “Viola, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“But I just put my hand to the back of his neck-And he says, “Viola-?”And I pull myself towards him-And I kiss him.And it feels like, finally.”

“When she opened her eyes, she was both in her body and watching it, nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture, and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his fingers that Blue felt on her face. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tears coursed down the other Blue’s face. Though some strange magic, Blue could feel them on her face as well. She could feel, too, sick, rising misery she’d felt in the churchyard, the grief that felt bigger than her. The other Blue’s tears seemed endless. One drop slid after another, each following an identical path down her cheeks.The boy in the Aglionby sweater leaned his forehead against Blue’s. She felt the pressure of his skin against hers, and suddenly she could smell mint. It’ll be okay. Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. It’ll be okay.Impossibly, Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that, his fingers so careful with her, was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him, even as she dreaded it. Though she couldn’t understand why, her real, present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching, a life this other Blue had already lived.Okay, I’m ready- Gansey’s voice caught, just a little. Blue, kiss me.”

“So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.’I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.’There’s a silver lining I’ve been looking for,’ she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was a blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand on her back, the other in her long sweet-smelling hair…”

“If we’re going to kiss, it has to be book-worthy.”

“Do you remember all of your audiences?” Marco asks. “Not all of them,” Celia says. “But I remember the people who look at me the way you do.””What way might that be?””As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me.”” I am not afraid of you,” Marco says.”

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

“Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, Tomorrow I’ll miss you.”

“When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.”

“A kiss may ruin a human life”

“The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.”

“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.”

“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”

“It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.”