1,677 Quotes About Kissing

Moths kissing the porch light.

Everything in my mind was screaming at me to stop kissing him, but I couldn’t. It was like trying to paddle upstream against a wild current. I was drowning, sinking down into the waters of my emotions. Nothing made sense here except his lips molding against mine.

When her mouth touched his, it was like a blade glancing off metal—it made something dull and dark inside him briefly light up with violence before the emptiness came flooding in like a black lake.It never once occurred to him that the reason messing around always left him feeling so angry and unsatisfied was because he was craving something else.

Maybe kissing your roommate was a thing all guys did at some point or another, and they just didn’t talk about it. Like singing along with power ballads in the car, or getting teary eyed at the end of Disney movies.

We kiss just enough. Not too short, but not too long that it leads to something else. It's the perfect kiss for the perfect moment.

I can't explain how it's different. Why kissing is easy, and being kissed is like being suffocated.

You… you’re everything I look for too.

I kissed him gently, not wanting to scare him. A soft press of my lips on his, nothing more. Time slowed to a crawl. Then Christian moved his lips, pressing harder, a gentle demand for more.

You. You’re what I look for, Christian.