Lips Quotes - Page 8

There are many who are lip servants but not life servants.

After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.

God cannot leave us. It is just that our soul is so vast, we do not always feel His lips upon the veil.

...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.

An occultation of Venus is not half so difficult as an eclipse of the sun, but because it comes seldom the world thinks it's a grand thing.

Be sure that you speak with unfeigned lips.

He stood and went to read my pin as I approached. “America, is it?” he said, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, it is. And I know I’ve heard your name before, but could you remind me?

Don't Ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apologing

Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth.

Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf.

For human nature is so made that only what is unusual and infrequent excites wonder or is regarded as of value. We make no wonder of the rising and the setting of the sun which we see every day; and yet there is nothing in the universe more beautiful, or worthy of wonder. When, however, an eclipse of the sun takes place, everyone is amazed - because it happens rarely.

My main point is to be funny; if I can slip a message in there, fine.

I obviously invented Solipsism

He slips . . . but manages to regroup himself.

The harvested fields bathed in the autumn mist speak of God and his goodness far more vividly than any human lips.

Don't offer God partnership when he wants penitence. Don't present him with lip service when He wants your life.

No amount of facts in his head can compensate for the lack of fire on his lips.

From the fruit of his lips a man enjoys good things.

When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

I'm out there doing the best that I can, My lip is cut and I'm still playing.

He who acts, spoils; he who grasps, lets slip.

Do I not deal with angels When her lips I touch.