A Quote by Pablo Neruda

Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.

Pablo Neruda

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Along Between Cities Drops Glass Great How Lips Passes Sand Shore Summit Vague Wind

Quote Author

Pablo Neruda
Chilean - Writer
July 12, 1904 - September 23, 1973

Lips move; lips touch; lips signal. Lips are on the outside for show, and on the most secret inside of your mouth. Lips frame words that lie. Lips frame a hole that wants to be filled.

Jane Rogers

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

James Joyce

The lips on my upper right bicep are my girlfriend's lips. She has the most amazing lips, and I wanted to carry them around with me everywhere I go, considering I can't carry her lips physically with me. So I decided to place them in a discreet location, such as the inside part of my bicep.

Jake Owen

You know how you're supposed to choose between playing up your eyes or your lips? I always choose lips. I love the drama.

Leighton Meester

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss

David Benioff

With my teethI have seized lifeUpon the knife of my youth.With my lips today,With my lips alone...

Rene Char

My dream girl... well, I love eyes. And lips. She has to have nice lips!

Prince Royce

I can't do chapped lips. If your lips are jacked up, Aquaphor is always a good go-to.

Zendaya

I used to hate that my lips are gigantic, and now I have huge red clown lips, and I love it.

Jinkx Monsoon

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

William Shakespeare

I like kissable lips. A woman's lips must say, 'Come here and kiss me, Pops.'

Louis Armstrong

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn’t steal her kiss. He didn’t take it. He cajoled it from her.