Dry Lips Quotes

• Roza mis labios; y si esas colinas están secas, desvíate más abajo, donde yacen las fuentes placenteras.

  William Shakespeare

  Divertido, Sexy, Mentiroso

  William Shakespeare (2006). "Los poemas: Venus y Adonis, La violación de Lucrecia, El fénix y la tortuga, El peregrino apasionado, La queja del amante", p.100, Cambridge University Press.

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• Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.

  Edmund Vance Cooke

  Eye, Kissing, Love Is

  Edmund Vance Cooke, “Kisses”

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• Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.' Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me.

  James M. Barrie

  Running, Hook, Dry

  James M. Barrie (2013). “Peter Pan (Peter and Wendy) (Annotated Edition)”, p.59, Jazzybee Verlag

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• Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. “You …you mustn’t stare at me like that.” Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. “With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.

  Lisa Kleypas

  Breathing, Dry, Faces

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• She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Pain, Passion, Heart

  Vladimir Nabokov (2016). "Lolita", p.6, Hamilton Books.

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• It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever." Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.

  Lisa Kleypas

  Doors, Hands, Forever

  Lisa Kleypas (2011). “Scandal In Spring: Number 4 in series”, p.115, Hachette UK

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• 17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.

  Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

  Butterfly, Dust, Years

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• “Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“

  Lisa Kleypas

  Hands, Names, Skulls

  "Secrets of a Summer Night". Book by Lisa Kleypas, 2004.

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• La primera copa acaricia mis labios y garganta secos, La segunda hace añicos los muros de mi soledad, La tercera explora los secos riachuelos de mi alma Buscando leyendas de cinco mil pergaminos. Con el cuarto el dolor de la injusticia pasada se desvanece por mis poros. El quinto purifica mi carne y mis huesos. Con el sexto comulgo con los inmortales. El séptimo transmite tal placer que me vence. El viento fresco sopla a través de mis alas mientras me dirijo a Penglai.

  Lu Tong

  Muro, Dolor, Soledad

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