Stevie Nicks Quotes

I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.

I needed to see you. And touch you. And just... know

I don't want you to cook my bread, I don't want you to make my bed. I don't want you to because I'm sad and blue, I just want to make love to you.

In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you’re wanted.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

I always wanted to be loved.

'Call Me by Your Name' is essentially the universal nature of love.

You’ve got me feeling like you’re that something I’ve been missing.

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

All I want is moonlight, with you there inside of me, all night, doing it again and again. You know I want you so bad.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.

You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.

“Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

I closed my eyes, thinking, Let me love you, Hardy, just let me.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

All we really want in life is to connect to other human beings, and when you desperately want to connect physically to one specific human being and you can't? That's something I find compelling.

What's powerful about a love scene is not seeing the act. It's seeing the passion, the need, the desire, the caring, the fear.

I wanna be loved. I just wanna be loved.

When you feel sexy or sensuous, you naturally want to open up and give, and I think that comes from being able to receive love and desire.

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.