James Taylor Quotes

She lets him see how afraid she is to be without him and he soon comes to feel as though he has a 100 percent hold on her. This is often the point when women begin to complain: “He doesn’t make enough time for me. He isn’t as romantic as he used to be.

I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

She looked at him, watched hum toss the remote on the table and say," So maybe I'm going to handcuff myself to you the next time you decide to take a stroll.

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

I want somebody who's gonna need me.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.

It's important for us to latch onto the people that we love.

I do like to belong to a man.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?

Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye I think I love you

I wanted people to watch. I wanted people to see us together. I wanted people to see us kissing today. I want everyone to know that you're mine.

The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you—just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another's. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone else. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself.

When the world outside my arms is pulling us apart, press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart.

I've laid down with love and woke up with lies. What's it all, worth only the heart can measure.

When you find your soulmate, you could sleep under their armpits.

I don't like sleeping with people I really love. I don't want to sleep with them because sex cannot last, but affection can last forever.

Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.

I've struck up a tremendous intimacy with Conte Alberto, and we literally can't live without each other. He is the first object my eyes greet in the morning, and the last at night.

In this room,in this minite,she was his everything