A kiss may ruin a human life

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

He's dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

Do you remember all of your audiences? Marco asks. Not all of them, Celia says. But I remember the people who look at me the way you do.What way might that be?As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me. I am not afraid of you, Marco says.

When she opened her eyes, she was both in her body and watching it, nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture, and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his fingers that Blue felt on her face. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tears coursed down the other Blue's face. Though some strange magic, Blue could feel them on her face as well. She could feel, too, sick, rising misery she'd felt in the churchyard, the grief that felt bigger than her. The other Blue's tears seemed endless. One drop slid after another, each following an identical path down her cheeks.The boy in the Aglionby sweater leaned his forehead against Blue's. She felt the pressure of his skin against hers, and suddenly she could smell mint. It'll be okay. Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. It'll be okay.Impossibly, Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that, his fingers so careful with her, was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him, even as she dreaded it. Though she couldn't understand why, her real, present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching, a life this other Blue had already lived.Okay, I'm ready- Gansey's voice caught, just a little. Blue, kiss me.

His noise is getting quieter, but I can still see it there still-See how he feels the skin of my hand against his, see how he wants to take it and press it against his mouth, how he wants to breathe in the smell of me and how beautiful I look to him, how strong after all that illness, and how he wants to just lightly touch my neck, just there, and how he wants to take me in his arms and-Oh, God, he says, looking away suddenly. Viola, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-But I just put my hand to the back of his neck-And he says, Viola-?And I pull myself towards him-And I kiss him.And it feels like, finally.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

Don't feel shy— kiss. Kiss just to feel the joy of life and to get lost in the beauty of love.

Kiss me with love like a butterfly kisses flowers to find and taste the nectar of life.

I wanted to kiss you like the waves kiss the shore under the blue sky.

My kiss is my promise written in my heart with color of your love.

At that very first kiss of my life I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept deep within my limbic brain came awake. I felt billions of Beach Boys playing their sweet melody inside my heart in perfect harmony with the universe.

The strongest taste shall be a kiss.

Hug one another with a holy kiss.

A lawful kiss is never worth a stolen one.

Were kisses all the joy in bed, One woman would another wed.

Mrs Norton is perhaps the most beautiful, but the Duchess, to my mind, is the more kissable.

When you entered a room, you had to kiss Frank Sinatra's ring. I wouldn't have minded, but he kept it in his back pocket.

Never let a fool kiss you or a kiss fool you.