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“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.”
― Charles Dickens

“The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone.
H e l l i s e m p t y
a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e

I kiss my way across the words.
Kissing away the devils.
Kissing away the pain.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“You've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.”
― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

“Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.”
― Drew Barrymore

“What about Gale?"
"He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly.
"And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks.
"No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him.
Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Don't kiss me like a woman if you're going to treat me like a child.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.”
― Neil Gaiman

“While this is all very amusing, the kiss that will free the girl is the kiss that she most desires,鈥� she said. 鈥淥nly that and nothing more.鈥�

Jace鈥檚 heart started to pound. He met the Queen鈥檚 eyes with his own. 鈥淲hy are you doing this?鈥�

鈥� 鈥淒esire is not always lessened by disgust鈥nd as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn鈥檛 desire your kiss, she won鈥檛 be free.鈥�

鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to do this, Clary, it鈥檚 a trick鈥斺€� (Simon)

...Isabelle sounded exasperated. 鈥榃ho cares, anyway? It鈥檚 just a kiss.鈥�

鈥淭hat鈥檚 right,鈥� Jace said. Clary looked up, then finally, and her wide green eyes rested on him. He moved toward her... and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him鈥� He could feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and taking this one chance, however dangerous and stupid and unwise, and kissing her the way he had thought he would never, in his life, be able to kiss her again. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just a kiss,鈥� he said, and heard the roughness in his own voice, and wondered if she heard it, too.

Not that it mattered鈥攖here was no way to hide it. It was too much. He had never wanted like this before... She understood him, laughed when he laughed, saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath. There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him鈥� All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to Hell or Heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count.

He...whispered in her ear. 鈥淵ou can close your eyes and think of England, if you like,鈥� he said.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lashes coppery lines against her pale, fragile skin. 鈥淚鈥檝e never even been to England,鈥� she said, and the softness, the anxiety in her voice almost undid him. He had never kissed a girl without knowing she wanted it too, usually more than he did, and this was Clary, and he didn鈥檛 know what she wanted. Her eyes were still closed, but she shivered, and leaned into him 鈥� barely, but it was permission enough.

His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he鈥檇 exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him鈥� His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

His hands slid down to her waist... he had no idea what he would have done or said next, if it would have been something he could never have pretended away or taken back, but he heard a soft hiss of laughter 鈥� the Faerie Queen 鈥� in his ears, and it jolted him back to reality. He pulled away from Clary before he it was too late, unlocking her hands from around his neck and stepping back... Clary was staring at him. Her lips were parted, her hands still open. Her eyes were wide. Behind her, Alec and Isabelle were gaping at them; Simon looked as if he was about to throw up.

...If there had ever been any hope that he could have come to think of Clary as just his sister, this 鈥� what had just happened between them 鈥� had exploded it into a thousand pieces... He tried to read Clary鈥檚 face 鈥� did she feel the same? 鈥� I know you felt it, he said to her with his eyes, and it was half bitter triumph and half pleading. I know you felt it, too鈥he glanced away from him... He whirled on the Queen. 鈥淲as that good enough?鈥� he demanded. 鈥淒id that entertain you?鈥�

The Queen gave him a look: special and secretive and shared between the two of them. 鈥淲e are quite entertained," she said. 鈥淏ut not, I think, so much as the both of you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Everyone thinks you've been kidnapped," he said. "We've been scouring the ship. When Coach Hedge finds out- oh, gods, you've been here all night?"
"Frank!" Annabeth's ears were as red as strawberries. "We just came down here to talk. We fell asleep. Accidentally. That's it."
"Kissed a couple of times," Percy said.
Annabeth glared at him. "Not helping!”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them.”
― Mae West

“I鈥檓 not dangerous,鈥� I breathed.

He brought his face toward mine. 鈥淵ou are to me.鈥�

And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.
I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“My lips got lost on the way to the kiss -
that's how drunk I
was.”
― Rumi

“Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she鈥檇 never even suspected that it could feel this way.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I鈥檓 on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we鈥檙e too old to be young.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said.
"Kiss me."
"No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.”
― Benjamin Alire S谩enz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“Adrian Ivashkov wasn鈥檛 easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh, about a second. Then the intensity I鈥檇 come to know so well in him returned. He pushed me backward, lifting me so that I sat at the table. The tablecloth bunched up, knocking over some of the glasses. I heard what sounded like a china plate crash against the floor.

Whatever logic and reason I normally possessed had melted away. There was nothing but flesh and fire left, and I wasn鈥檛 going to lie to myself鈥攁t least not tonight.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Oh, for the Angel's sake. Look, if there's no other way of getting out of this, I'll kiss Simon. I've done it before, it wasn't that bad."
"Thanks," said Simon. "That's very flattering."
"Well, I'm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I'd rather stay down here and rot."
"Forever?" said Simon. "Forever's an awfully long time."
Jace raised his eyebrows. "I knew it," he said. "You want to kiss me, don't you?"
Simon threw up his hands in exasperation. "Of course not. But if鈥�"
"I guess it's true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches."
"That's atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“I didn't care who kissed you first as long as I kissed you last.”
― Rachel Vail, If We Kiss

“Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian. Kissing him was as mind-blowing as ever, full of that same passion and need I had never believed I鈥檇 feel. But today, there was even more to it. I no longer had any doubt about whether this was wrong or right. It was a culmination of a long journey . . . or maybe the beginning of one.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn鈥檛 care that we were out in public. I didn鈥檛 care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I鈥檇 just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I鈥檇 also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn鈥檛 care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us.

I don鈥檛 know how long we stood there kissing. Like I said, the world around me was gone. Time had stopped. I was awash in the feel of Adrian鈥檚 body against mine, in his scent, and in the taste of his lips. That was all that mattered right now.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“And even as I'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“If you ask me to kiss you, I will,鈥� he says.
His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.
鈥淜iss me,鈥� I say.
He does.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

“You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“lean in to kiss me
in all the places

where the ache
is
the most special.”
― Sanober Khan