David Levithan Quotes

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--

He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly... like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.

She had the kind of fingers you want to interlace with your own.

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

When he kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe, and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you ... it's overwhelming.

He nuzzled in at her neck kissing and licking her softly just below her ear. “Just a moment ” he said. “I need a small reminder that you are here you are whole and you are mine.

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything.

I think more people need to make out.

I like kisses that aren't too fast or rushed - that's what makes a good kiss.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

It is very natural for a couple in love to be physically intimate.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

A short story is like a kiss in the dark.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.

Touch is the magic wand of intimacy. Love is keeping in touch.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine

From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.

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.

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

To the questioning glance of love, as it flashes out and then conceals itself, speech has no reply; the smile, the kiss, the sigh answer.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

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.

There’s nowhere to escape,” Dobey said, jamming his hands into his pockets and staring into the Valley. That’s not true, baby,” said Desiree. She took his hands and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his torso. She could feel the sobs in both of them, but quiet, silenced by the kiss. They could escape inside each other.