LIPS QUOTES III
quotations about lips
Her lips are roses, overwashed with dew.
ROBERT GREENE
"Menaphon's Eclogue", Greene's Arcadia
Her lips were like nourishment to him, her moans like an intoxicating wine.
MARGARET FALCON
Triangle
If you want me just whistle. You know how to whistle don't you? Just put your lips together and blow.
LAUREN BACALL
To Have and Have Not
thick lips
devouring drink and women
an elemental force
like Balzac done by Rodin
MARTIN GRAY
Death of Villeneuve and Other Poems
When the lips are opened, we behold the image of the soul.
SIR THOMAS HIGGONS
attributed, Day's Collacon
A woman's lips are a type of door into voluptuousness.
JAMES WADDELL
Erotic Perception: Philosophical Portraits
But when lips' speech mute lips have ratified,
And our hearts' music is intensely blent,
I'll lay me on thy lap, and cry--Content!
THOMAS WADE
"Contentment", Mundi et Cordis
Her eager sense delighted, fondly sips
Th' ambrosiac honey of her lover's lips,
Who while his love-tale telling, roses speaks.
JOHN CADWALADER M'CALL
"The Troubadour", The Troubadour and Other Poems
Her lippes, erst like the corall redde,
Did waxe both wan and pale.
ANONYMOUS
"Fair Rosamond", Strange Histories, or Songs and Sonnets of Kinges, Princes, Dukes, Lords, Ladyes, Knights, and Gentlemen
How much the lips express all can tell; they are curled by pride or anger, drawn thin by cunning, smoothed by benevolence, and made placid by effeminacy; fine lips indicate exquisite susceptibilities.
DR. PORTER
attributed, Day's Collacon
Lips moulded in love are tremulously full of the glowing softness they borrow from the heart, and electrically obedient to its impulses.
GRACE GREENWOOD
Greenwood Leaves: a Collection of Sketches and Letters
O naked flower
of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown
or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries
you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans
of a childhood groping among its reveries
to sort out finally its cold precious stones.
STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ
"Hérodiade", Selected Poems
And all my kisses on thy balmy lips as sweet,
As are the breezes breath'd amidst the groves
Of ripening spices on the height of day:
As vigorous too.
APHRA BEHN
Abdelazar
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Heart on her lips and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
LORD BYRON
Beppo
Her lips are like two budded roses,
Whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh,
Within which bounds she balm encloses,
Apt to entice a deity.
THOMAS LODGE
Rosalynde; or, Euphues Golden Legacy
Her lips were like large crimson polyps.
VLADIMIR NABOKOV
Lolita
Her lips were like living fire. He could not take his own away. He forgot everything.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM
The Magician
In another poem, a woman's lips are compared to a series of botanical and meteorological phenomena -- "the fresh rose-bud", "the thorn". Though the lips display a "ripen'd softness" and are indeed "sweet", they are objects of aesthetic beauty, rather than of exceptional flavour. Sight, rather than taste governed the sensual experience of these lips.
KAREN HARVEY
Reading Sex in the Eighteenth Century: Bodies and Gender in English Erotic Culture
Like the petals of the Rose
When the dews their scent disclose,
Soft as velvet tho' they be,
Fragrant of the Dawn and thee,
Yet thy lips are sweeter far
Than all garden Roses are.
CHARLES WILLIAM CAYZER
"Altar of Roses", By the Way of the Gate