Kisses Quotes

“You need something," he said, and when I stared at him, he added, "Your face."
"My face?"
"It's in need of my kisses.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, White Hot Kiss

“I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again.

So typical of him. No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance.

I’m trying, he wrote back. But you won’t keep your distance from me.

I didn’t dignify that with a response.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

“What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel
So am I.'- Rudy”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

“What?” I can barely think.

“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”

“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

He kisses me harder.

“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,
the fragment of public or private happiness.
A few, the wolves, collected thighs,
other men loved the dawn scratching
mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.
For me happiness was to share singing,
praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.
I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:
my life had no use on earth.”
― Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

“They could steam up windows with their kisses, but as soon as they started using
their mouths for other things—like talking—everything got so complicated.”
― Lauren Kate, Torment

“He kisses—how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can use only the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you. There are some men who have never been kissed like that. There are some men who discover, after Arthur Less, that they never will be again.”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less

“His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.”
― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You

“We kissed for about
the thousandth time,
No promises,
no demands,
Just solid rebuilding
of shattered trust.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“Beware a kiss, he told her. Kisses are powerful things. You expose part of your soul.”
― Ruth Frances Long, The Treachery of Beautiful Things

“Kisses should not leave you satisfied.”
― Sarah MacLean, Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake

“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.”
― Leonard Cohen

“I've heard people say that they lose themselves in a kiss. But in that moment, it was the opposite for me. I felt like I found myself. Not how I wished I was, or who I was afraid I was becoming, but who I really was.”
― Jon Skovron, Struts & Frets

“When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.”
― Drew Barrymore

“Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; then to that twenty, add a hundred more; a thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, to make that thousand up a million. treble that million, and when that is done, let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun!”
― Robert Herrick

“And the best and the worst of this is
That neither is most to blame,
If you have forgotten my kisses
And I have forgotten your name.”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne

“I don't know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air”
― Xavier Velasco

“He then kissed her.

It was a very long time before he let her go. When he did, she looked up at him, hurt and bewilderment on her face.

“Why did you stop?” asked Tessa.

“I thought you might want to breathe,” said Guy carefully.

“Breathe?” said Tessa, shocked. “I don’t need to breathe when I’m with you.”
― Eva Ibbotson

“For a sweeter kiss had never been bestowed upon a girl. Not in storybooks or real life.
Not in heaven or hell.”
― Gwen Hayes, Falling Under

“Kiss me,” she said urgently.

Sam’s eyes flickered with mild surprise. “Right now?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of kiss?”

“What do you mean, what kind of kiss? Just a regular kiss.”

“A friendly kiss, or a romantic kiss? Are we supposed to be going out together, or—“

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she exclaimed, and pulled his head down to hers.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Rainshadow Road

“I’ll always deny that I kissed her.
I was just whispering into her mouth.”
― Stephen Dunn, Loosestrife

“Romance is a tender kiss with a lingering promise of more to come.”
― Tim Campbell

“Peter! Were you looking for a horse-shoe?"

"No; I was expecting the horse, but the shoe is a piece of pure, gorgeous luck."

"And observation. I found it."

"You did. And I could kiss you for it. You need not shrink and tremble. I am not going to do it. When I kiss you, it will be an important event -- one of those things which stand out among their surroundings like the first time you tasted li-chee. It will not be an unimportant sideshow attached to a detective investigation.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Have His Carcase

“Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...”
― Kellie Elmore, Magic in the Backyard

“My heart to yours sends but one cry:
If kisses fast could flee
By letter, then with your sweet lips
My letters read should be!”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

“Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“After all, in fairy tales, there was only one thing to do. In every story with a long sleep and a waking in it. An easy thing, a pretty thing. Standard currency.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain