Put on your lips success creeds every day. Never see yourself as an unworthy being, incapable of receiving good gifts from God.

I wonder how you survived with those sugary lips; maybe there is no ant in your territory.

Well, you should turn your lips inside out because you’re going to spend the rest of this trip talking to yourself.

My mouth is often wounded by my sharp words, so sometimes when I’m out in public, I’ll wear a large Band Aid over my lips.

Kiss someone like kissing is the only way you have to communicate. There is no conversation. There is no sex. There are only two sets of lips that are ravenous to be recognized and treasured.

My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.

Your lips are the best place in this world to place my lips on.

Her lips are like strawberries which tickels my taste buds everytime, making me to kiss her red lips everytime.

Mitch’s take on humanity had deteriorated to the point where he assumed someone was lying if her lips were moving.

The lips of the wise are as the doors of a cabinet; no sooner are they opened, but treasures are poured out before thee.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

And complicate it you did. Everything I knew, everything I believed . . . all of it went out the window. You turned me upside down and made me feel again. You saved my life, even though I...

The sweetness of a kiss is not in two lips, touching each other; it is in the feelings that bring and keep them together.

Time seemed to stop; the world around them stilled. There was only her. His thumb caressed at her lips, the lips he wanted to kiss.Katianna rolled her face in his palm—a caressing nuzzle and he...

The smile upon my lips, It will surely never die As I’m waiting here for you until you’re by my side.

You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.

Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

The sound of the words as they’re said is always different from the sound they make when they’re heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

This women is all about the kiss—the kiss of death. But if her sinister lips offer the joy of heaven, followed by the torment of hell, then I’ll be the first to pucker up.

A smile touches my lips when I remember both the memory of you entering my life and the memory of you leaving my life.

A rude man tells a women to stop talking too much because she is making noise. A polite man will tell this same woman that she looks so beautiful when her lip are closed. Compare...

And then there’s the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can’t touch, or at lips that don’t smile at me. Or hips that don’t reach for me. And hearts that don’t beat for...

My wife and I got to go onstage at a Flaming Lips concert at Webster Hall once. We dressed up like Scientology aliens and danced around. We had a shootout onstage with Santa Claus.

Little Richard, he’d say, ‘Oh Dick Dale! You have luscious lips!’

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

The dreams you have that may meet mockeries from the lips of negative people will yield the success that will squeeze tears from their eyes later! Dare to resist every negative criticism and persist to...

The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

A kiss-goodnight Can last for hoursMoaning into your mouthLicking the sweetnessOf my lipsBiting softlyHolding on To the taste of yoursNever wanting To let goAsking you To kiss me foreverAsking the goodnight-kissTo becomeA kiss-good-morningA kiss-I-love-youAn entwined...

I can read lips. Especially if they have words tattooed on them.

Words of love cast from thy lips reach another heart at lightning speed.

A New Year has tiptoed in.Let’s go forward to meet it.Let’s welcome the 365 days it brings.Let’s live well with love in our hearts towards God and all people.Let’s walk through it’s corridors with praise...

I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday’s lipsthat I wonderedif I’d been kissed at all…

My lips touched hers, like two butterflies in the wind. Then I went home, cut off my eyelids, and I’ve been living in darkness since.

You need me to inspire you and remind you how wonderful you are. You need me to kiss you.” He lowered his head and pressed his lips on her neck. “You need me to love...

Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.

His lips so soft, yet so stern, he pressed his mouth to mine. “I will have both of you,” he said. “My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we...

My lips still quiver when I think about her smile.

And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desireyour eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.

Because I know it in my bones. You are the only female I desire, the only water that will quench my thirst, the only sun that will warm my skin, the only lips that were...

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

I just realized my lips are inside out. They should be turned inwards, because I spend most of my time talking to myself.

Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky macaroon breasts,smell your opium breath of subconsciousness, labyrinth of desires.

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

Good art is like a sexy pair of lips—it has the potential to say so much, but prefers to have you do all the talking about it. Also, good art is fun to kiss and...

Never had we ever kissed as lovers; if we touched lips it was as brother and sister. In one moment of emotion, our lips fell together by accident, but we quickly removed ourselves as though...

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

I have the lips of a lisp, and I kiss like kith. It sounds silly, but it feels more romantic.