LIPS QUOTES III
quotations about lips
You feel on your lips a kiss
Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life ...
ARTHUR RIMBAUD
"Romance", Collected Poems
When the lips are opened, we behold the image of the soul.
SIR THOMAS HIGGONS
attributed, Day's Collacon
Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
LAURENCE HOPE
"Lost Delight", India's Love Lyrics: Collected & Arranged in Verse
O Love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
ALFRED TENNYSON
Fatima
Lips, like hanging fruit, whose hue
Is ruby 'neath a bloom of blue.
THOMAS GORDON HAKE
"The Exile", Poems
I will kiss thy lips;
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Shall this nectar
Run useless, then, to waste? or ... these lips,
That open like the morn, breathing perfumes,
On such as dare approach them, be untouch'd?
They must--nay, 'tis in vain to make resistance--
Be often kissed and tasted.
PHILIP MASSINGER
The Parliament of Love
A quiet smile played around his lips,
As the eddies and dimples of the tide
Play round the bows of ships.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
"The Building of the Ship"
She pouted her lips like a gun in my face.
CHINUA ACHEBE
"Misunderstanding", Collected Poems
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTAND
Cyrano de Bergerac
There is life in the lips of true lovers.
OWAIN
attributed, Day's Collacon
thick lips
devouring drink and women
an elemental force
like Balzac done by Rodin
MARTIN GRAY
Death of Villeneuve and Other Poems
Lips moulded in love are tremulously full of the glowing softness they borrow from the heart, and electrically obedient to its impulses.
GRACE GREENWOOD
Greenwood Leaves: a Collection of Sketches and Letters
Her lips were like large crimson polyps.
VLADIMIR NABOKOV
Lolita
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Her lips are like two budded roses,
Whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh,
Within which bounds she balm encloses,
Apt to entice a deity.
THOMAS LODGE
Rosalynde; or, Euphues Golden Legacy
O naked flower
of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown
or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries
you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans
of a childhood groping among its reveries
to sort out finally its cold precious stones.
STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ
"Hérodiade", Selected Poems
Her lippes, erst like the corall redde,
Did waxe both wan and pale.
ANONYMOUS
"Fair Rosamond", Strange Histories, or Songs and Sonnets of Kinges, Princes, Dukes, Lords, Ladyes, Knights, and Gentlemen
Her lips were like living fire. He could not take his own away. He forgot everything.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM
The Magician
Her lips were like nourishment to him, her moans like an intoxicating wine.
MARGARET FALCON
Triangle