A kiss on one cheek makes her blush both cheeks. (Un bisou sur une joue – Fait rougir les deux joues)

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.

Forgiveness isn’t something I’m preoccupied with — turning the other cheek isn’t my trip.

You are like the kid who even cannot understand the different between a kiss on the cheek and a kiss on the lips; simple and devoted unlike the rest of the world.

A gypsy girl approached Don Zana and Alfanhui and held out her tambourine. Don Zana said to her, ‘You don’t pay for art, kid.

I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind...