J. K. Rowling Quotes

Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

I like kisses that aren't too fast or rushed - that's what makes a good kiss.

Kissing is kind of scary.

A short story is like a kiss in the dark.

Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

I want to kiss you again, Tess.” “Why?” He chuckled, low under his breath. “Why? Because you’re beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.

Baby don't wake me, let me take you on an endless journey. We touch and the softest kiss explodes with lust. It's real and you can't deny the heat you feel. And if I die before I wake, baby that's all right.

Kiss me now, love me now.

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.

Are you ever going to kiss me without swearing first?

Kiss me like you want to be loved.

Kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?" "If you like." "Oh," he said, "I like.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

Sweet,” he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. “Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer.” -Jack to Amanda

He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. He felt a kind of spark, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night.

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

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