Browsing Topic Best Passionate Kiss Quotes

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

‘Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.

I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

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

There are many different types of kisses. There’s a passionate kiss of farewell – like the kind Rhett gave Scarlett when he went off to war. The kiss of I-can’t-really-be-with-you-but-I-want-to-be – like with Superman and Lois Lane. There’s the first kiss – one that is gentle and hesitant, warm and vulnerable. And then there’s the kiss of possession – which was how Ren kissed me now.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

I’m still waiting for that passionate kiss in the rain.

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth – and endures all the rest.

Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?

Kissing – and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing – is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

I heard you good with them soft lips.. Yeah you know word of mouth.

Always remember this: ‘A kiss will never miss, and after many kisses a miss becomes a misses.’

The conventional parabola–sentiment, the touch of the hand, the kiss, the passionate kiss, the feel of the body, the climax in the bed, then more bed, then less bed, then the boredom, the tears and the final bitterness–was to him shameful and hypocritical.

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.