Quotes about Kiss

"A rose by any other name
Would get the blame
For being what it is--
The colour of a kiss,
The shadow of a flame.

A rose may earn another name,
So call it love;
So call it love I will,
And love is like the sea,
Which changes constantly,
And yet is still
The same."

To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain!  Let's buy it.

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. 

Sometimes you have to find yourself. And when you do you realize that you may have lost what you wanted in the first place. And you find your self missing something, like a kiss or a word and you hate yourself for not being more forgiving. By then you realize that the one you hurt will never want you. And you know that when you face the uncertain horizon you do so with love that will never fade, but will always grace the intended from afar.

Love is a melody that no one can resist. It becomes part of the rythum of your soul the first time that you're kissed.

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.

You have
not danced so badly, my dear,
trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One.

You have waltzed with great style, my sweet, crushed angel,
to have ever neared God's heart at all.

Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow, and even His
best musicians are not always easy to hear.

So what if the music has stopped for a while.
So what if the price of admission to the Divine is out of reach tonight.

So what, my sweetheart, if you lack the ante to gamble for real love.

The mind and the body are famous for holding the heart ransom,
but Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits. Have patience,
for He will not be able to resist your longings
and charms for long.

You have not danced so badly, my dear,
trying to kiss the Magnificent
One.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
my sweet, O my sweet,
crushed
angel.

I long to kiss the image of my death.

O Love, O fire! Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

“Become loving.  When you are in the embrace, become the embrace.  Become the kiss.  Forget yourself so totally that you can say, “I am no more.  Only love exists.”  Then the heart is not beating, but love is beating.  Then the blood is not circulating, but love is circulating.  Then eyes are not seeing, love is seeing.  Then hands are not moving to touch, love is moving to touch.  Become love and enter everlasting life.  Love suddenly changes your dimension.  You are thrown out of time and you are facing eternity.  Love can become a deep meditation, the deepest possible.  Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known.”                                              -OSHO

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.

In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind delight.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sunrise.

The soul that can speak with its eyes can also kiss with a gaze.

Before I heard the doctors tell The dangers of a kiss; I had considered kissing you The nearest thing to bliss. But now I know biology and sit and sigh and moan; Six million mad bacteria and I thought we were alone!

I use to have a "Comfort Zone" Where I knew I couldn't fail, The same four walls and busy work, were really more like jail. I longed so much to do the things I'd never done before, But I stayed inside my "Comfort Zone" and paced the same old floor. I said it didn't matter that I wasn't doing much. I said I didn't care for things like diamonds, furs and such. I claimed to be so busy with the things inside the Zone. But deep inside I longed for something "special" of my own. I couldn't let my life go by just watching others win! I held my breath and stepped outside to let the change begin!! I took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before. I kissed my "Comfort Zone" good-bye and closed and locked the door! If you are in a "Comfort Zone" afraid to venture out. Remember that all winners were at one time filled with doubt. A step or two and words of praise can make your dreams come true. Greet your future with a smile, Success is there for you!!!

Kissing is a form of sexual commitment tantamount to marriage.

Crashing silent, broken down, falling into night Who gave up and who gave in, I'll go without a fight Cut me down or cut me dead, cut me in or out Kiss me blind time after time, take away my doubt.

A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with the relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and paused. Then they all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down's syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, "This will make it better." Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for 10 minutes.

Spring Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit; In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring! the sweet Spring!

She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.

A kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true.