My name is usually the one on the end of people’s lips.
I question the political judgement of those who would have the nerve to paint Christ white with his obvious African nose, lips and wooly hair.
My lips are big, but my talent is bigger.
I’m pedantic about lip balm. I’ve been chomping through Lip Smackers since age 11. So the lip balm called Lips! is a personal favourite. I also really love the Properly Clean cleanser. Women are wearing primer, sunscreen and makeup, so a cleanser needs to work hard these days.
I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn’t and it really doesn’t have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips.
I’m not a fan of fillers at all. If you’ve gone 35 or 40 years without big lips, I don’t think it’s time to start plumping them up artificially.
Makeup is about balance. When the eye makes a statement, the lips should be quiet.
Soft lips are big for me. Not a whole lot of lip gloss. You don’t want your first good kiss to taste like strawberry shortcake!
The reaction to this album has just been fabulous around the world… and I’ve had offers to perform from around the world and I’m tempted to do it. I’ve got itchy lips.
Saying ‘I’m wrong’ is meaningless unless it comes from our heart, not just our lips. That often requires a genuine and profound change within ourselves, because we need to realize it’s simply human nature and that everyone makes mistakes.
My mum used to say to me every morning, ‘Megan, your lips, they’re so big.’
Language kills, and inflamed rhetoric of the kind that spews almost daily from the lips of Donald Trump, Ben Carson, Mike Huckabee, and others running for public office in this country should be condemned.
When the Black Lips sent a track over to me, I thought it sounded like a Beastie Boys track, the way the singer was singing and flowing on it. He was right in the pocket.
I found something called Lucas Papaw Ointment in Australia that I can use for anything – my lips, under my eyes, my hands.
A sickle-cell attack would creep up slowly in my ankles, legs, arms, back, stomach, and chest. Sometimes my lips and tongue turned numb, and I knew I was going into a crisis.
I do find the sight of small children eating very moving. Watch the way their tiny fingers clamp the cutlery. The exaggeratedly precise way they move cups or glasses to their lips.
I still do Juvederm for my lips. I go to Dr. Ourian in Beverly Hills. He’s the best, and he’s super natural about it.
I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country with his heart, and not merely with his lips, follow me.
Man is that being who invented the gas chambers of Auschwitz; however, he is also that being who entered those chambers upright, with the Lord’s Prayer or the Shema Yisrael on his lips.
It seems that it had been destined before that I should occupy myself so thoroughly with the vulture, for it comes to my mind as a very early memory, when I was still in the cradle, a vulture came down to me, he opened my mouth with his tail and struck me a few times with his tail against my lips.
I need to see my own beauty and to continue to be reminded that I am enough, that I am worthy of love without effort, that I am beautiful, that the texture of my hair and that the shape of my curves, the size of my lips, the color of my skin, and the feelings that I have are all worthy and okay.
To play the trumpet, you must train your lips for a long time. When I was twelve or thirteen I was a good player, but I lost the skill and now I play very badly. I do it every day even so. The reason is that I want to return to my childhood. For me, the trumpet is evidence of the sort of young man I was.
I went on Accutane, which is very strong. Your sebaceous glands dry up, you can’t exercise, and you have very dry lips. But it was a miracle, and it worked.
The Flaming Lips have been on Warner Bros. forever, and certainly everything I heard growing up was on a major label in some way, from the Cure to Radiohead to Bjork.
I always have at least four different lip products in my purse – I’m obsessed! I’m into L’Oreal Infallible Le Rouge ‘Unending Kiss.’ It’s a very soft and natural pink color. I’ve also discovered Burt’s Bees tinted lip balm in ‘sweet violet.’ I like it because it’s very natural and feels good on my lips.
When my lips are dry, I can’t smile, I can’t talk – it’s debilitating!
I openly say I’ve had my lips done, I’ve been getting my lips done for years now.
My father was the one who used to stand up in the middle of a number to flutter his lips and make sputtering sounds into lyrics.
I hate chapped lips.
My favorite lip balm is, weirdly enough, just a little tube of Aquaphor. It’s clear, and it will keep my lips glossy and perfect for hours.
Natto, Japanese ferment bean paste, will never cross my lips again. Spam Musubi, on the other hand, is something I love. I used to have a roommate of Vietnamese descent, and he would eat it all the time. It looked gross, but I finally had it – wrapped in seaweed and rice – it was terrific.
I have stripped back with loads of things, my hair, my make-up, my lips, right down to my clothes. I feel less is more.
I would honestly say the biggest thing for cold weather is a good face moisturizer with SPF. Winters are harsh, wind chill’s real, and, a lot of the time, it’s a really dry climate, and so your lips will crack, your face will start to get dry, your nose will peel; it’s easy to get sunburnt, windburnt.
I don’t do nostalgia. The phrase ‘the good old days’ never passes my lips.
I think so often we have these ambitions or these hopes within us that we kill before we ever let it escape our lips because we are afraid.
I’ve always sung. My dad had a song in his heart and on his lips 24/7. A lot of the time, it was the same song and the same phrase over and over again.
When you tell the American people, ‘Read my lips. No new taxes,’ that should mean no new taxes.
Republicans many times can’t get the words ‘equality of opportunity’ out of their mouths. Their lips do not form that way.
I have never kissed a woman, but Madonna in all her glory with coney bras and burgundy black ‘Vogue’ lips makes me rethink my heterosexuality.
Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God’s final word on where your lips end.
My wife and I got to go onstage at a Flaming Lips concert at Webster Hall once. We dressed up like Scientology aliens and danced around. We had a shootout onstage with Santa Claus.
It’s a lot of scrubbing of my lips every day. I make my own lip scrubs at home with coffee grinds and coconut oil.
In our society, women are valued for their sexual attraction. I’d like to get away from the sex symbol idea of what beauty is. Actually, that’s probably the farthest thing from beauty, because it’s makeup and hair, it’s pouty lips – it’s not real.
I like to wear earrings, but I always have to wear lip gloss or something on my lips!
The only way a ventriloquist speaks differently is that he forgoes using his or her lips, and learns to reproduce sounds using the tongue, upper palate, and teeth only. Those ‘difficult’ letters are B, F, M, P, V, W, and Y.
At the age of ten, I thought if a boy kissed you on the lips, you would have a baby, and I surely wasn’t the only youngster who believed that!
I never had a role that I set out for. I always wanted to have a body of work that I’m proud of. Save for two projects, which will never pass my lips, I’m happy with what I’ve done.
The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age.
I use the petroleum jelly on my lips because they get very dry and it’s truly the only thing that works.
Those women with collagen lips just look like frogs – ‘muffin mouths,’ I call them. There’s not a line on their brows, and all the emotion gone from their faces, like all those actresses in ‘Desperate Housewives.’
There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller’s being.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Really, personally, makeup is cool to wear less and light on the eye and just go colorful on the lips.
While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart.
My Nana Gladys never left the house without lipstick on; she always had matching nails and lips.
Always, always powder your T-zone and the lines going from your nose down around your mouth so you don’t look like a bulldog. When those areas are shiny, it’s awful. And gloss will keep your lips from appearing dehydrated.
There is a lot of kissing in ‘Boeing-Boeing.’ A lot! And not pecks on the cheek or lips – although there’s some of that, too – but full-on, farcical lip locks. My poor husband. He definitely wasn’t prepared for as much smooching as there is.
Do thou snatch treasures from my lips, and I’ll take kingdoms back from thine.
My legs are nice, my lips are shapely, and my breasts are pretty. They popped up when I was 11 and they weren’t small then. I was teased, but now those kids wish they had what I have!
