Susan Elizabeth Phillips Quotes

I think I can speak on behalf of women and say that every woman wants a man who just loves them and lusts after them.

I think that a woman should be in love. I think that love makes the sex greater. Or even if you just really, really like that person.

Sex is a conversation carried out by another means.

I need sex for a clear complexion, but I'd rather do it for love.

One of my theories is that men love with their eyes; women love with their ears.

In our minds, love and lust are really separated. It's hard to find someone that can be kind and you can trust enough to leave your kids with, and isn't afraid to throw her man up against the wall and lick him from head to toe.

Two people can make love but that isn't necessarily love.

There's the theory that nudity doesn't really make something sexy; the characters and their relationship make it sexy.

In love there are two things - bodies and words.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

Familiarity with your lover is what initially makes sex really good.

Sex is hardly ever just about sex.

I think sex is a very minor part of most romance novels.

An American may speak love with his lips; the Italian must say it with his eyes.

I have been driven by romance my whole life because I crave the intimacy that comes with that.

Human love and desire is my bag.

I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.

To speak of love is to make love.

Let me tell you, you either have chemistry or you don't, and you better have it, or it's like kissing some relative. But chemistry, listen to me, you got to be careful. Chemistry is like those perfume ads, the ones that look so interesting and mysterious but you dont even know at first what they're even selling. Or those menues without the prices. Mystery and intrigue are gonna cost you. Great looking might mean something ve-ry expensive, and I don't mean money. What I'm saying is, chemistry is a place to start, not an end point.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.

Lovers are made by a kiss.

I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--