David Means Quotes

A kiss is the outward visible sign of an inward fever.

I do want love. Genuine love.

I waited for my first kiss.

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

Many of my poems are not sexual.

I like romanticizing romance.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

The kiss always gets a hell of a reaction.

When you hear a romantic song, the feeling is incomparable.

I know love is the answer.

We stare into each other's eyes and softly kiss speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers than words will allow us to say. Words can't say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

Sweet,” he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. “Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer.” -Jack to Amanda

He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. He felt a kind of spark, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night.

I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it’s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes...” His mouth moved passionately over hers, urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. Or at least that was how Poppy felt about it.

Love is more than one thing.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

I'm a romantic.

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.

I'm a bit of a romantic.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

Love is a passion that hath friends in the garrison.

I'm romantic to the point of embarrassment.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.