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Tag Name "Lips" (1065)

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Gentle souls! You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently. But can you turn yourselves inside out, like me And become just two lips entirely?
Vladimir Mayakovsky
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I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.
Vladimir Nabokov
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I like the feel of your name on my lips.
John Michael Montgomery
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Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
Walt Whitman
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Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face, We must separate awhileHere! take from my lips this kiss. Whoever you are, I give it especially to you So long!And I hope we shall meet again.
Walt Whitman
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We must believe what is good and true about the prophets, that they were sages, that they did understand what proceeded from their mouths, and that they bore prudence on their lips.
Origen
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... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.
Amelia Barr
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Why don't you do the world a favour. Pull your bottom lip up over your head and swallow.
Walter Matthau
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But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave: Shake one, and it awakens then apply Its polisht lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.
Walter Savage Landor
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I wear lashes, of course, a little contour, and a lip. And usually I wear shades, so that helps with not doing my makeup. I can put on a cute little face real quick.
Amber Rose
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Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.
Alyson Noel
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I love you, I whisper. And I love you. He smiles, his lips seeking mine. Always have. Always will.
Alyson Noel
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Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions It is a friend's sad goodbye it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!
Alphonse de Lamartine
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Eloquence dwells quite as much in the hearts of the hearers as on the lips of the orator.
Alphonse de Lamartine
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I love wasting time and learning to lip-sync to songs it's a silly hobby of mine.
Allison Janney
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History is replete with instances of men, who, by dying with courage and compassion on their lips converted the hearts of their violent opponents.
Mahatma Gandhi
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I like Burt's Bees Tinted Lip Balm because I don't need a mirror to reapply. But I definitely treat myself with face lotion - I use La Mer.
Alison Sweeney
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Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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We, drinking love at the furthest springs, Covered with love as a covering tree, We had grown as gods, as the gods above, Filled from the heart to the lips with love, Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings, O love, my love, had you loved but me!
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.
Alfred de Musset
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Winter is ruthless and sometimes sullen and murderous. The wild winter North has gulped ten thousand summers down nor left a froth of sunshine on its lips.
William Alfred Quayle
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