Quotes: Kisses

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.

God’s wounds cure, sin’s kisses kill.

My 10th Sonata is a sonata of insects. Insects are born from the sun… they are the sun’s kisses.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

She walks well, she looks good. Let’s see how she kisses.

Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.

Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.

To me, there is no greater act of courage than being the one who kisses first.

I will not play tug o’ war. I’d rather play hug o’ war. Where everyone hugs instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.

Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.