I think everyone should read The Girl on The Train, especially if they loved Gone Girl. It's about Rachel, a girl who sees a couple on her commute. Then one day she sees one of the people from the couple kiss another person. The next day they go missing. The story is told by 3 different perspectives, all characters you absolutely can't trust. It's an insane psychological thriller that's seriously addicting and the kind of book you can't put down.
It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her life as only a breath away from kissing him again. On that night in the park, they begin the delicate task of binding their souls together, creating a whole comprising their separate halves.
And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.
Tell me what I can do to help you feel better." Well...I always like when you kiss me... "Do you?" You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.
Love is having endless support from my husband and the hugs and kisses from my kids.
A kiss is like a fight, with mouths.
He'd wanted his first kiss to be with me.
America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning.
The world is a mess. It seems that life gets harder on a personal level each and every day. Hug and kiss those you love every day. You never know when the tragedies of this world may visit your life.
Don't kiss a man who hasn't shaved.
I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
I can't do it, Gideon! I can't make out the way you kiss me one moment and then act as if you loathed me like poison the next!" Gideon said, after a brief pause, "I'd much rather be kissing you the whole time than loathing you, but you don't exactly make it easy for me.
Kiss the blackest part of my behind.
it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!
People who can't kiss had everything given to them.
The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.
We're all good when it suits us, he used to say: that doesn't count. It's when you want so badly to do something wrong-when you're about to make a fortune from a dishonest deal, or kiss the lovely lips of your neighbor's wife, or tell a lie to get yourself out of terrible trouble-that's when you need the rules. Your integrity is like a sword, he would say: you shouldn't wave it until you're about to put it to the test.
I stand before you and my heart is in your hands, And I don't know how, I'd survive without your kiss, 'cause you've given me a reason to exist
I thought rock and roll was an unassailable outlet for some pure and natural expression of rebellion. It used to be one channel you could take without ever havin' to kiss arse, you know?
In each of us lies sleeping beauty, wasted potential, dying dreams. We sleep and live in dormant twilight, never knowing what it means to live, to love the bits of heaven that we can unearth deep in our hearts; not recognizing that our salvation is ever-present in those parts that we have disowned, denied, forgotten. The thorns of fear thwart faint attempt. The prince is courage, the kiss believing and then with these our life begins.
Suicide Note: The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss. -Langston Hughes
We taste and suckle each other, and I'm so thirsty he could feed me his kiss all night and I'd still be dying in the desert.
An orgasm is not what I want and I know it. What I want, need, is so much more than that. It's the connection.The exhilarating contact with this human being, a being that compels me like no other. I miss his touch, his kiss. I don't care if he gives me just a little kernel of what he can give; I'm just starving to be fed, and my body has never been like this hungry.
Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth?
I would like to get jobs doing other things that aren't necessarily always with my husband. I'd like to show range - and kiss another guy.
When I see you, I smile. When I touch you, I feel you. When I kiss you, I love you!
Some of the greater things are unseen. That's why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream.
Yet, I wondered why Marshall did not at least attempt a kiss. In many ways, his treatment of me reminded me of the way I had behaved toward the doll that Mamma Mae had given me as a child. I favored it so that I had refused myself of the joy of playing with it, daring to love it only with my eyes. But in doing so, I had denied myself its very purpose.
I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.
An office party is not, as is sometimes supposed, the Managing Director's chance to kiss the tea-girl. It is the tea-girl's chance to kiss the Managing Director (however bizarre an ambition this may seem to anyone who has seen the Managing Director face on).
Everybody asks me this, whether I'm slightly annoyed that I didn't get to kiss Johnny Depp We would have laughed.
If you asked me to seriously kiss someone on a screen, I would be very uncomfortable. But I will lick any part of your face.
I'm a sappy romantic. I don't kiss until the 40th date. I really like to take it slow. I'll present you with a piÃ±ata with my hopes and dreams.
A kiss can be like the world turning over. It can be like the tide of a dragon's dream washing through the unseen world that is hidden to mortal eyes but that nevertheless permeates our being. It can be hot and cold together, as vast as the heavens and yet specific to the pressure of hands and the parting of lips. It raised more intense feelings than I had expected, like being engulfed in a storm of lightning.
Of all sports, football seems to be the most sanctioned homosocial opportunity for straight men to be with each other, pat butts, struggle, strive, and take showers together. All that talk of tight ends and penetration. The reason there are face masks on those helmets is so that can't kiss each other.
Publication is to thinking as childbirth is to the first kiss.
— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
The only foreplay I really need is for a guy to kiss my hip bone. The hip is the most erotic and neglected body part. Kiss the hip bone with your lips.
One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.
Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation, played out people who understand the rules, leave everyone feeling good and can perk up the bluest mood.