John Cho Quotes

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

When I'm in bed with a woman, my favorite move is a wrestling hold called the lip lock.

Why watch someone kissing when people really close their eyes when they kiss?

So I wanna see all of you making out during this song.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

I've always loved kissing. We all do, don't we?

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

I think more people need to make out.

I don't think when I make love.

I prefer love over sex.

Unfortunately, I like to feel a little stubble when I kiss. Women are too soft.

Women like being kissed.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

I was with this girl the other night and from the way she was responding to my skillful caresses, you would have sworn that she was conscious from the top of her head to the tag on her toes.

The kiss always gets a hell of a reaction.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

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

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

And barely ten minutes later the soft sound of wingbeats came to their ears, and Balthamos stood up eagerly. The next moment, the two angels were embracing, and Will, gazing into the flames, saw their mutual affection. More than affection: they loved each other with a passion.

The amusement fled from Royce's face and with a groan he pulled her roughly against his chest, crushing her to him. "Jenny," he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in her fragrant hair. "Jenny, I love you." She melted against him, molding her body to the rigid contours of his, offering her lips up for his fierce, devouring kiss, then she took his face between both her hands. Leaning back slightly against his arm, her melting blue eyes gazing deeply into his, his wife replied in a shaky voice, "I think, my lord, I love you more.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.