For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
When you kiss me, your lips upon mine, your kisses taste so sweet, just like a glass of good wine.
The thing about lips is that you always want to kiss them.
I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
I want to plant myself in your thoughts and be the subject that moves your lips to the words of your heart.
In your lips I taste all that is living.
It's been 12 years now, and I think he still can read my smiles. The way my lips stretch, making my eyes look smaller than they already are. The way my cheeks turn a little red, forming new wrinkles near my eyes. The way the dimple on my face makes a visit whenever I smile meeting someone I haven't seen in ages. It's been 12 years now, and I haven't smiled at him even once.
বাতাস যখন তোমার সুন্দর চুল করছিলো এলোমেলো, আমার দুচোখ তোমার নিখুঁত ঠোঁটে আটকে গেলো সেইসময়!
I feel your words on my lips and feel your mood in my hips
I would say my flow is Aboriginal. Look at my face, nose, lips, and eyes.
In judging of a beautiful statue, the aesthetic faculty is absolutely and completely gratified by the splendid curves of those marble lips that are dumb to our complaint, the noble modelling of those limbs that are powerless to help us.
There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
I used to cry on planes. I don't anymore. It probably took almost a hundred agonizing flights to get there. Now, when I take off, a smile quivers on the corner of my lips.
It's Toby Jones playing Alfred Hitchcock, not Alfred Hitchcock. We all felt that his silhouette was crucial, so his nose and lips were crucial as well. We had to build it out a bit to get the silhouette. But, with my nose being so small within the proportion of my face, the first nose was too big. I felt like a nose on parade.
Man is that being who invented the gas chambers of Auschwitz; however, he is also that being who entered those chambers upright, with the Lord's Prayer or the Shema Yisrael on his lips.
A sickle-cell attack would creep up slowly in my ankles, legs, arms, back, stomach, and chest. Sometimes my lips and tongue turned numb, and I knew I was going into a crisis.
My favorite lip balm is, weirdly enough, just a little tube of Aquaphor. It's clear, and it will keep my lips glossy and perfect for hours.
I have to exfoliate my lips as they're quite a large surface area and sometimes when I wear lipstick, it goes all cakey. So I mix brown sugar with lip balm and just scrub it onto them.