H. Jackson Brown Jr. Quotes

Boys everywhere take note: That was a kiss.

Kissed mouth don’t lose its fortune, on the contrary it renews itself just as the moon does.

But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

He leaned over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he was drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty.

Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,” I say. “So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?” “Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

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.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial one in any love story.

The first kiss is stolen by the man; the last is begged by the woman.

Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?

It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved--is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.

When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.

Don't you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?" "Kiss a cow farm boy

It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back." "Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.

I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.

Come on, lover, let's have a look," Eric said, giving me a quick kiss. He jumped off the back porch with me still attached to him—like a large barnacle

A slice of pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze.

Kiss me in a way I'll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again

Seth was a wonderful kisser. He gave the kind of kisses that melted into your mouth and filled you with sweetness. They were like cotton candy.