Quotations About / On:
A kiss may ruin a human life.
(Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Mrs. Arbuthnot, in A Woman of No Importance, act 4.)
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
(Victor Hugo (1802-1885), French poet, dramatist, novelist. Les Misérables, pt. 4, bk. 8, ch. 1 (1862).)
Ignorance is not bliss. It is the kiss of death.
A seabubble was struck by a seacrane ray and turned then into bubblespray. A seabubble by a fish was kissed and transmuted into bubblemist.
Illegal lust, to hiss like a snake and to kiss the young girl; leading you to defile her.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
(Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809-1894), U.S. writer, physician. The Professor at the Breakfast-Table, ch. 11 (1859).)
I really think that American gentlemen are the best after all, because kissing your hand may make you feel very very good but a diamond and a sapphire bracelet lasts forever.
(Anita Loos (1893-1981), U.S. novelist, screenwriter. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, "Paris is Divine," (1925).
Lorelei Lee's journal entry, April 27.)
Marrying any man is risky. Marrying a famous man is kissing catastrophe.
(John Colton (1886-1946). Stuart Walker. Miss Ettie Coombs (Spring Byington), Werewolf of London, lamenting her niece's marriage to the famous Dr. Glendon (1935).
Original story by Robert Harris; Colton was born in Japan, of British parents, and then moved to Americayou figure out his nationality.)
Johann StraussForty couples dancing ... one by one they slip from the hall ... sounds of kisses ... the lights go out
(H.L. (Henry Lewis) Mencken (1880-1956), U.S. journalist, critic. Originally published in the Smart Set (May 1912). The Vintage Mencken, ch. 26, p. 141, ed. Alistair Cooke, Vintage (1956).)
Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertaste of nothingness that nothing can erase.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Trans. by William G. Allen. Pensées de Gustave Flaubert, p. 64, Conard (1915).)