
“For three months,
a person sits and looks at you,
imagining a kiss.”
Source: Tender Is the Night
“For three months,
a person sits and looks at you,
imagining a kiss.”
“Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.”
“It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.”
Source: Living Dead in Dallas
Source: Ruled Britannia (2002), p. 394
Context: Someone bumped into Shakespeare: Will Kemp. The clown made a leg- a cramped leg, in the crush- at him. "Give you good den, gallowsbait," he said cheerfully. "Go to!" Shakespeare said. "Meseems we are well begun here." "Well begun, ay. And belike, soon we shall be well ended, too." Kemp jerked his head to one side, made his eyes bulge, and stuck out his tongue as if newly hanged. With a shudder, Shakespeare said, "If your wind of wit sit in that quarter, why stand you here and not with the Spaniards?" "Why?" Kemp kissed him on the cheek. "Think you're the only mother's son born a fool in England?"
Possession
Song lyrics, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (1993)
“It's hard to close the door on optimistic expectations when you love someone.”
Source: A Drink Before the War