C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Kisses
The blossom of love.
Love’s great artillery.
Kisses are the messengers of love.
Stolen kisses are always sweetest.
A kiss from my mother made me a painter.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
“Kiss” rhymes to “bliss” in fact, as well as verse.
Eden revives in the first kiss of love.
Sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.
Our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
With this kiss take my blessing. God protect thee!
As in the soft and sweet eclipse, when soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
You cannot analyze a kiss any more than you can dissect the fragrance of flowers.
I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom’s beat—oh, kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!
Or leave a kiss, but in the cup, and I’ll not look for wine.
Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
Some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadow’s bliss.
The fragrant infancy of opening flowers flowed to my senses in that melting kiss.
Once more for pity, that I may keep the flavor upon my lips till we meet again.
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.
God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offence into everlasting forgetfulness.
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Then kissed me hard, as if he plucked up kisses by the roots, that grew upon my lips.
Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
And with a velvet lip print on his brow such language as the tongue hath never spoken.
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career of laughter with a sigh?
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a deal longer.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
I rest content, I kiss your eyes, I kiss your hair in my delight; I kiss my hand and say good-night.
He kissed her and promised. Such beautiful lips! Man’s usual fate,—he was lost upon the coral reefs.
Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection,—these are love’s pretty ingredients for a kiss.
O Love, O fire! once he drew with one long kiss my whole soul through my lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
She brought her cheek up close, and leaned on his; at which he whispered kisses back on hers.
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
Kisses are like grains of gold or silver found upon the ground, of no value themselves, but precious as showing that a mine is near.
It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved—is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.
Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear; my true lip hath virgined it ever since.
My lips pressed themselves involuntarily to hers—a long, long kiss, burning intense—concentrating emotion, heart, soul, all the rays of life’s light, into a single focus.
And steal immortal kisses from her lips; which even in pure and vestal modesty still blush as thinking their own kisses sin.
You would think, if our lips were made of horn and stuck out a foot or two from our faces, kisses at any rate would be done for. Not so. No creatures kiss each other so much as the birds.
It is as old as the creation, and yet as young and fresh as ever. It pre-existed, still exists, and always will exist. Depend upon it, Eve learned it in Paradise, and was taught its beauties, virtues, and varieties by an angel, there is something so transcendent in it.
There is the kiss of welcome and of parting; the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise, and the receipt of fulfilment. Is it strange, therefore, that a woman is invincible, whose armory consists of kisses, smiles, sighs, and tears?