#kiss

Will your dad freak if I kiss you good-bye?” he asked. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#dad #freak #good-bye #kiss #death

You know it's desperate," she said. "Shane is going to the library. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#death

Giving up is always easy. It's the peace that follows that sucks. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#morganville-vampires #death

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

— Ingrid Bergman

#become #designed #kiss #lovely #nature

I kissed him hard. The few people in the bar must have been thinking that all they were seeing was just a kiss. They didn't know that this kiss stood for my whole life - and his life, as well. The life of anyone who has waited, dreamed, and searched for their true path. The moment of that kiss contained every happy moment I had ever lived. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#happiness #kissing #love #true-love #true-path

It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world world, never quite awake. No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber, Until I realised that it was you who held me under. ↗

— Florence + the Machine

#florence-and-the-machine #kiss #dreams

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#murder #dreams

And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from where they are now, will never give back the bracelet of memories, will never journey afar from his lover, will never place himself in danger of self-sacrifice, will never fail to show his love, will never become jealous, will never fall in love with someone else, will never lose the passion of this instant of time. ↗

— Alan Lightman

#kissing #love #lovers #time #dreams

I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, “I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the way the yellow leaves, the color of Sam’s eyes, fluttered and twisted, crashing butterflies, on their way to the ground. The slender white trunks of the birches, creamy and smooth as human skin. I remembered Sam standing in the middle of the wood, his arms stretched out, a dark, solid form in the dream of the trees. His coming to me, me punching his chest, the soft kiss. I remembered every kiss we’d ever had, and I remembered every time I’d curled in his human arms. I remembered the soft warmth of his breath on the back of my neck while we slept. I remembered Sam. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #soft #wolf #dreams

This was the kiss I had waited for so long - a kiss born by the river of our childhood, when we didn't yet know what love meant. A kiss that had been suspended in the air as we grew, that had traveled in the world in the sovenier of a medal, and that had remained hidden behind piles of books. A kiss that had been lost and now was found. In the moment of that kiss were years of searching, disillusionment and impossible dreams. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#dreams