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Tag Name "Kissing" (1590)

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you see, we live in a cold climate and are not permitted to kiss on the street so I made up a song that wasn't true. I made up a song called Marriage.
Anne Sexton
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I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out of a man-to-man thing.
Anne Sexton
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Our checks are pale. Our wallets are invalids. Past due, past due, is what our bills are saying and yet we kiss in every corner, scuffing the dust and the cat. Love rises like bread as we go bust.
Anne Sexton
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There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
Anne Sexton
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I know that you are a stone, you do not cause benefit or harm and if it were not that I had seen Allâh’s Messenger (Sallallahu 'Alaihi Wa Sallam) kiss you, I would never have kissed you.
Umar
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For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.
Anne Rice
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Locked together in hatred. But I can't hate you Louis. Louis my love, I was mortal till you gave me your immortal kiss. You became my mother, and my father, and so I'm yours forever. But now it's time to end it, Louis. Now it's time to leave him.
Anne Rice
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I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh, the pathos of the ending when brave men conquered in the fight, knelt, kissing yielded blood-stained colors!--my eyes are blurred, I cannot write.
Anne Reeve Aldrich
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But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
Sylvia Plath
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...Go somewhere else. Somewhere safer.” Anywhere else. God, please. Or he was likely to do something horribly awful, like surrender his sanity and kiss her.
Anne Mallory
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She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.
John Green
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I'm happy if my book makes you want to kiss your family... if we can reconcile with each other no matter where we are on the globe.
Uwem Akpan
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who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you
e. e. cummings
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You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest the last smile the brightest the last movement the gracefullest.
John Keats
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The only thing I can definitely say is that you cease to be self-conscious after you've had to kiss somebody on-camera with 30 people watching.
Anna Paquin
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I have a lot of boyfriends, I want you to write that. Every country I visit, I have a different boyfriend. And I kiss them all.
Anna Kournikova
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Kisses kept are wasted love is to be tasted.
Edmund Vance Cooke
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Kissing Macaulay Culkin was like kissing a brother. It was really no big deal.
Anna Chlumsky
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His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns” —another kiss between my eyebrows— “and act like the shrinking violet you could never be ”—a kiss on my cheek— “and you’ll be fine.
Veronica Roth
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There was no time for kissing but she wanted him to know that in the future there would be. A kiss in so much loneliness was like a hand pulling you up out of the water, scooping you up from a place of drowning and into the reckless abundance of air. A kiss, another kiss.
Ann Patchett
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I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.
Veronica Roth
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He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.
Veronica Roth
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He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.
Veronica Roth
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But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.
Veronica Roth
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