Dry Lips Quotes

• She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.

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  Vladimir Nabokov

  Pain   Passion   Heart  

  Vladimir Nabokov (2016). “Lolita”, p.6, Hamilton Books

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• Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

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  William Shakespeare

  Funny   Sexy   Lying  

  William Shakespeare (2006). “The Poems: Venus and Adonis, The Rape of Lucrece, The Phoenix and the Turtle, The Passionate Pilgrim, A Lover's Complaint”, p.100, Cambridge University Press

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• Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. “You …you mustn’t stare at me like that.” Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. “With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.

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  Lisa Kleypas

  Breathing   Dry   Faces  

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• Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.' Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me.

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  James M. Barrie

  Running   Hook   Dry  

  James M. Barrie (2013). “Peter Pan (Peter and Wendy) (Annotated Edition)”, p.59, Jazzybee Verlag

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• 17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.

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  Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

  Butterfly   Dust   Years  

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• The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of my soul Searching for legends of five thousand scrolls. With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores. The fifth purifies my flesh and bone. With the sixth I commune with the immortals. The seventh conveys such pleasure I am overcome. The fresh wind blows through my wings As I make my way to Penglai.

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  Lu Tong

  Wall   Pain   Loneliness  

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• “Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“

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  Lisa Kleypas

  Hands   Names   Skulls  

  "Secrets of a Summer Night". Book by Lisa Kleypas, 2004.

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• It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever." Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.

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  Lisa Kleypas

  Doors   Hands   Forever  

  Lisa Kleypas (2011). “Scandal In Spring: Number 4 in series”, p.115, Hachette UK

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• 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.

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  Edmund Vance Cooke

  Eye   Kissing   Love Is  

  Edmund Vance Cooke, “Kisses”

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