Lips Quotations | Page 3

Let him who loves his country in his heart, and not his lips only, follow me.

Words are like butter Rolling off my lips Cut like a knife And now I'm sinking battleships

Remind me one day to teach you how to achieve a sneer, Hugh. Yours is too pronounced, and thus but a grimace. It should be but a faint curl of the lips.

Don't be too brave. Bravery is a fine thing on some occasions, but sometimes it can be quite a dangerous thing. The stiff upper lip is not always the best.

Love rays us round as glory swathes a star, And, from the mystic touch of lips and palms, Streams rosy warmth!

Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

I just think you shouldn't expect people to pay money to see someone sing live and then lip-synch.

Anyone who lip-synchs in public on stage when you pay 75 pounds to see them should be shot.

Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving; Let thy faith speak for thee...

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

How do you know Tony Harwood is lying? His lips are moving. Is he violent? Yes. Is he a racist? Yes. Is he a psychopath? Yes. I say to you, you should reject Tony Harwood 100 percent. He's worth nothing in a decent system of justice.

How do you know Tony Harwood is lying? His lips are moving.

How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.

I don't like it when my lips steal the show,

I played a bass player and a singer in a movie once, but I totally lip-synced to everything.

The Congress will push me to raise taxes, and I'll say no, and they'll push, and I'll say no, and they'll push again and I'll say to them, read my lips, no new taxes.

Read my lips-NO NEW TAXES!

I'm the one who will not raise taxes. My opponent now says he'll raise them as a last resort, or a third resort. But when a politician talks like that, you know that's one resort he'll be checking into. My opponent, my opponent won't rule out raising taxes. But I will. And The Congress will push me to raise taxes and I'll say no. And they'll push, and I'll say no, and they'll push again, and I'll say, to them, Read my lips: no new taxes.

Hear about the Californian terrorist that tried to blow up a bus? Burned his lips on the exhaust pipe. He can take his'n and beat your'n, then he can take your'n and beat his'n.

And before he can tell her to tell Widget goodbye for him if need be, she leans forward and kisses him, not on the cheek, as she has a handful of times before, but on the lips, and Bailey knows in that moment that he will follow her anywhere.

Will speechless for once, a glass of water frozen halfway to his lips

I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire." His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. "Okay, so maybe our problems aren't like other couples.

It takes your mind off things when there's a cat in your lip and he's purring while you're petting him.

Genuine bon mots surprise those from whose lips they fall, no less than they do those who listen to them.

A woman puts on a new dress eyeliner lip gloss to please others. A woman paints her toes to please herself. And if there was one thing I was familiar with it was pleasing...There's no way to finish that sentence without embarrassing myself.

oil paints...the look of licked lips.

A moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips.

I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips

I tell you the sign of a believer; When Death comes, there is a smile on his lips

I love a red lip - it's such a powerful statement. It exudes confidence and makes for a bold look.

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

And I love you too.” His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. “You should know that. You have to know that.

The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could think about it, or stop it. The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

Ol' Shoot from the Lip," we call him.

Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. he must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

The Christian who will sit with sealed lips when his Master is assailed, when religion is attacked, when wickedness is broached and defended, when truth is denounced, is a denier of his Lord, as guilty as Simon Peter in Pilate's hall.

Keep your lips and other body parts to yourself or you’ll be headless. (Apollymi)

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

Other bands gave us lip service, but when it came down to it they kind of backed off. That was a little disheartening. But I respect them. That's their business.

Let's love, press your lips to mine. Let's kiss, for that thrill divine.

I see her as one great stampede of lips directed at the nearest derriere.

She who licks her lips knows the taste of her lover's desires

All is but lip-wisdom which wants experience.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.

I can do a reddish-brown or brown lip, but not a bright red. I just don't look good in it. Over the years you learn certain things that don't look good on you, and that's one of them for me.

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

I want to live the next chapter in my life without my lips as my defining characteristic.

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

- No, no... She shook her head for emphasis. No. His lips twitched. - One 'no' is enough, darling.

Love me?” Madeline asked with a faint smile. “It used to be love.” He brushed his lips over her closed eyelids. “Now there's no word for it.” “You once told me that you thought love was a weakness.” “I was wrong,” he whispered, kissing the corners of her mouth. “I've discovered it's my only strength.

While briskly to each patriot lip Walks eager round the inspiring flip; Delicious draught, whose pow'rs inherit The quintessence of public spirit!

President George] Bush talked to us like we were a bunch of morons and we ate it up. Can you imagine, the Pledge of Allegiance, read my lips-can you imagine such crap in this day and age?

She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.

Once I saw Tamala Jones in person, I was like, 'I gotta put my lips on her!'

Thank you for loving me For being my eyes When I couldn't see For parting my lips When I couldn?t breathe Thank you for loving me

For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

The emancipation of today displays itself mainly in cigarettes and shorts. There is even a reaction from the ideal of an intellectual and emancipated womanhood, for which the pioneers toiled and suffered, to be seen in painted lips and nails, and the return of trailing skirts and other absurdities of dress which betoken the slave-woman's intelligent companionship.

The hands that help are holier than the lips that pray

The hands that help are better far than the lips that pray

I'm out there doing the best that I can, My lip is cut and I'm still playing.

I like experimenting with different color lip glosses and lipsticks and things like that.

I cant live without Eucerin cream, lip gloss, gum, nail polish, and sparkly things.

Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you." He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, "I always choose you.

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

And down his mouth comes to my mouth! and down His bright dark eyes come over me, like a hood Upon my mind! his lips meet mine, and a flood Of sweet fire sweeps across me, so I drown Against him, die, and find death good

The Colchians, Ethiopians and Egyptians have thick lips, broad nose, woolly hair and they are burnt of skin.

Many very intelligent agreeable persons have warts on the forehead, not brown, nor very large, between the eyebrows, which have nothing in them offensive or disgusting. - But a large brown wart on the upper lip, especially when it is bristly, will be found in no person who is not defective in something essential, or at least remarkable for some conspicuous failing.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.

He...boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.

The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad...

Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth.

I move my lips when I read -- I'm painfully slow -- so I like really good English.

You don't lead by lip service, you lead by example.

Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.

When government gets between my lips and my stomach; I call that invasion of privacy!

I have girlfriends who've had Botox and been left with lumps in their faces. And the lips, don't even get me started.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the distant hours.

Sure God's all powerful, but does he have lips?

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

Can't you just tell me now?" "No, I need someone to eat with." A slight smile rose to my lips. "Am I supposed to believe that I'm your only option?" "No. But you're my favorite option.

There will be no song on our lips if there be no anguish in our hearts.

Don't Ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apologing

[Talking pictures are] like putting lip rouge on the Venus de Milo.

Did that remind anybody else of something?" "Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.

Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.” “Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.

That is disgusting, and I will never kiss you again." "Yes, you will," he said, and proved by pressing his lips to hers. She wanted to squirm away, just to prove the point but God, she loved kissing him.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.