
“He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.”
Source: Reflected in You
Beija-me as mãos, Amor, devagarinho...
Como se os dois nascessemos irmãos,
Aves cantando, ao sol, no mesmo ninho...<p>Beija-mas bem!... Que fantasia louca
Guardar assim, fechados, nestas mãos,
Os beijos que sonhei pra minha boca!
Quoted in Presença literária (2001), p. 70
Translated by John D. Godinho
Book of Sorrows (1919), "Amiga"
Beija-me as mãos, Amor, devagarinho… Como se os dois nascessemos irmãos, Aves cantando, ao sol, no mesmo ninho…<p>Beija-mas bem!… Que fantasia louca Guardar assim, fechados, nestas mãos, Os beijos que sonhei pra minha boca!
Book of Sorrows (1919), "Amiga"
“He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.”
Source: Reflected in You
Song lyrics, Hounds of Love (1985), The Ninth Wave
“I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lip.”
In a journal or later note by George Cecil Ives recording a meeting with Wilde in 1900, Oscar Wilde: Myths, Miracles and Imitations (Cambridge University Press,1996), John Stokes
“Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?”
Song lyrics, Another Side of Bob Dylan (1964), It Ain't Me Babe
Context: Go away from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed,
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're looking for someone,
Who's never weak but always strong,
To protect you and defend you,
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, babe.