Browsing Topic Best Lips Quotes

Eloquence dwells quite as much in the hearts of the hearers as on the lips of the orator.

My dad and mom were, they would take what were popular hits, and lip-sync to them with puppets and do a ridiculous story.

Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.

He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. ‘Did you just bite me?

…and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Loose lips sink ships.

I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

Its at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I dont know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind.

The denial of our duty to act in this case is a denial of our right to act; and if we have no right to act, then may we well be termed the white slaves of the North, for like our brethren in bonds, we must seal our lips in silence and despair.

You also notice that the right side of your face feels like it’s sliding off of your skull. And your bottom lip is in your lap!

If your life does not worship God, your lips do not worship God either.

I cannot tell you what it is that guides us in this life; but for me, I fell toward the Chairman just as a stone must fall toward the earth. When I cut my lip and met Mr. Tanaka, when my mother died and I was cruelly sold, it was all like a stream that falls over rocky cliffs before it can reach the ocean. Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories.

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there’s no use. Even though it’s futile. Even though it’s way past too late.

Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company – and so talk goes out through the lips.

While we pay lip service to the virtues of reading, the truth is that there is still in our culture something that suspects those who read too much, whatever reading too much means, of being lazy, aimless dreamers, people who need to grow up and come outside to where real life is, who think themselves superior in their separateness.

Look at the sun sinkin’ like a ship. Ain’t that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

‘Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

The smile on your lips brings the summer sunshine, the tears in your eyes bring the rain. I feel your touch, you warm embrace, and I’m in heaven again.

Take your bottom lip and pull it over your head.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal’d, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal’d. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov’d idea lies: O write it not, my hand – the name appears Already written – wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

The point of the dragonfly’s terrible lip, the giant water bug, birdsong, or the beautiful dazzle and flash of sunlighted minnows,is not that it all fits together like clockwork–for it doesn’tbut that it all flows so freely wild, like the creek, that it all surges in such a free, finged tangle. Freedom is the world’s water and weather, the world’s nourishment freely given, its soil and sap: and the creator loves pizzazz.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to… I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn’t sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

I would spar with the boys at school. This guy I had a crush on, we called him Spitfire — I gave him a bloody nose and lip, so needless to say the romance did not work out!

And then there came the pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming yards behind him, and each giant, intent on his own drum, gave no notice to the rhythm of the other. The sound grew louder and louder until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing in my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

Our whole economy is based on planned obsolescence, and anyone who can read without moving his lips should know it by now.

Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’d On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

If I had to teach someone just one thing about lip color it would be this: Find a lipstick that looks good on your face when you are wearing absolutely no makeup.

A cigarette is a roll of paper, tobacco, and drugs, with a small fire on one end and a large fool at the other. Some of its chief benefits are cancer of the lips and stomach, softening of the brain, funeral procesions, and families shrouded in gloom and grief. Although a great many people know this, they still smoke in order to appear sophisticated.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

I think I started lip-synching about halfway through the first day, and it’s not as easy as you think it would be. But it’s definitely better than a day job.

The lips of the righteous teach many, but fools die for want of wisdom.

I’m going out to let my real talent show, not to just stand there and dance around. Personally, I’d never lip-synch. It’s just not me.

Love laid his sleepless headOn a thorny rose bed:And his eyes with tears were red,And pale his lips as the dead.

What I see in a lot of music movies, or rock ‘n’ roll movies, that feature a band is that they’re lip-synching.