L. J. Smith Quotes

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

In love, 'tis no other than frantic desire for that which flies from us.

I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

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

Edward,' she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. 'Stay,' she sighed. 'Don't go. Please... don't go

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

I hurt with the insatiate longing, until I feel that there will never be any relief until I take a long, deep, wild draught on your lips.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

Entirety exists within me as exuberance in empty longing in the desire to burn with desire.

The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.

And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.

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

I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent, or reach for a man: as one might stretch for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this, they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness, sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since, the answering yes.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

You are pure flame. I touch you and I ignite. I kiss you and I burn to have more. You consume me… like no other woman before you, and, I am certain, like no other ever could again.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he, turns out to be, someone to watch over me.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

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.

That's what the court needs-a happy king, a king who can't stop dreaming of being lost in someone who wants to be just as lost. Tell me you'll let me get lost in you.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?