I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
James Joyce
Molly Bloom’s soliloquy, closing lines of Ulysses.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
William Butler Yeats
The Song of Wandering Aengus
When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.
Carrie Latet
I wasn’t kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth.
Chico Marx
I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell this to my children they just about throw up.
Barbara Bush
People who throw kisses are mighty hopelessly lazy.
Bob Hope
