Richard Dawson Quotes

A child's kiss is magic. Why else would they be so stingy with them?

In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels.

I grew up kissing books and bread.

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.

The act of leaning in to kiss someone, or asking them, is fraught with the possibility of rejection, so the person least likely to get rejected should do the leaning in or the asking.

Some things I never learned to like. I didn't like to kiss babies, though I didn't mind kissing their mothers.

When we were all getting ready to leave, I walked up to my grandfather and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. He wiped my lip print off with his palm and gave me a look. He doesn't like the boys in the family to touch him. But I'm very glad that I did it anyway in case he dies. I never got to do that with my Aunt Helen.

One day, my daughter Tybee came to me, and she said, ‘I have so much love for you in my body, Daddy, I can’t stop giving you hugs and kisses. And when I have no more love left, I just drink milk, because that’s where love comes from.’

A kiss is the natures way to stop a conversation, when the words are superfluous

We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private.

My beautiful Win. I wanted to kiss him on every last broken place, but his mother and my lawyer were there. So, instead I started to cry.

Everyone tells you it's all right to cry, but not enough people say it's all right if you don't want people to know.

After all, what is a kiss? A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a seal placed on a pact that has already been signed; it's a secret told to the mouth rather than to the ear.

She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.

That's what love is made of, snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails, sugar, spice, and everything nice.

Peter,” Ashley asked softly, “Do you know what that was?” “Of course,” Peter said, much affronted. “A thimble.” “No,” said Ashley, staring, “That was a kiss.” “Didn’t it strike you as a little different from other thimbles you’ve had in the past?” Peter looked shifty. “Well, yes.” “Ha!” “It was my first thimble with tongue.” Peter told her with dignity.

When we were growing up, our mother taught us never to have your belly button exposed.

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.

You’d think a bit of kissing would cheer her up.

Shower the people you love with love.

A kiss! When all is said, what is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken in closer proximity, a promise more precise, a seal on a confession, a rose-red dot upon the letter i in loving; a secret which elects the mouth for ear; an instant of eternity murmuring like a bee; balmy communion with a flavor of flowers; a fashion of inhaling each other's hearts, and of tasting, on the brink of the lips, each other's soul!

But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.

I'm fond of kissing. It's part of my job. God sent me down to kiss a lot of people.

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?