Rick Yancey Quotes

The anger of lovers renews their love.

I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together.

Yelling between people in love is normal.

Though the passion still flutters and flickers, it never got into our knickers.

I'm mesmerized by the way his fingers move confidently along her skin, as though her body is his to reat and touch and tend to. She was mine before she was yours: The words are there, unexpectedly, surging from my throat to my tongue. I swallow them back.

Then he raised her enough to whisper in her ear, and while his voice was tender, his words were savage. "You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.

I date this girl for two years-and then the nagging starts: 'I wanna know your name...'

You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

You have to keep the fights clean and the sex dirty.

The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

I spent centuries I your arms. This time our joining will be controlled by me, and you will revel in the pleasure I can bring you. Throw off the shackles of your distant goddess and come to me. Be my love, truly, in body as well as soul and I will give you the world!

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

Lovers are angry, reconciled, entreat, thank, appoint, and finally speak all things, by their.

I know you're frustrated that he's keeping you locked up like this, but don't give him too bad a time when he gets back. He loves you more than you know. It terrifies him to be away from you.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

Love is said to be an involuntary passion, and it is, therefore, contended that it cannot be resisted. This is true in part only, for like all things else, when nourished and supplied plentifully with ailment, it is rapid in its progress; but let these be withdrawn and it may be stifled in its birth or much stinted in its growth.

I know being with me is not easy. But I want you to understand no one has me, or has ever had me, except you.

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

The amusement fled from Royce's face and with a groan he pulled her roughly against his chest, crushing her to him. "Jenny," he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in her fragrant hair. "Jenny, I love you." She melted against him, molding her body to the rigid contours of his, offering her lips up for his fierce, devouring kiss, then she took his face between both her hands. Leaning back slightly against his arm, her melting blue eyes gazing deeply into his, his wife replied in a shaky voice, "I think, my lord, I love you more.

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.

Now I want you to listen to me," he said in a low voice, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. "And listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. You are going to marry me before this week is out. Since you have conveniently run off to Scotland, we don't need a special license. You're just lucky I don't haul you off to a church right this instant. Get yourself a dress and get yourself some flowers, because, sweeetheart, you're getting yourself a new name.