A Quote by Kevin Costner

I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. — © Kevin Costner
I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
I believe in the soul ... the small of a woman's back, the hanging curveball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
And sometimes when the night is slow The wretched and the meek We gather up our hearts and go A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Basic SEAL training is six months of long, torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.
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!
Woman, thou art a river, deep and wide, Of waters soft and sweet: Alas! I've never reached the other side; Though oft I've wet my feet!
A day without a dark cloud. Almost a happy day. There were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days like that in his stretch. From the first clang of the rail to the last clang of the rail. Three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days. The three extra days were for leap years.
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
Any physical addiction, it doesn't matter how long they've been taking it or how full of it their body is, and addiction, would, between three and thirty days, be completely cleared from the system. Usually closer to three days than thirty days. But it is the emotional craving that must be tended to.
Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.
As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.
Last time I had three or four of those I crapped for three days straight!
She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
The way I work, typically, I do everything at the very last minute. Even if I was given two months, I'd do it in the last three days.
The way I work, typically, I do everything at the very last minute. Even if I was given two months, I'd do it in the last three days
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
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