Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

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.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

The warm dampness of her breath made me shiver at the mix of the familiar and the unknown, with a soft exhalation she shifted her head and her lips found my collarbone, teasingly shy of my old scar. Tendrils pulsed in time with my heart, building on the ones before to an unseen height.

He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. He felt a kind of spark, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night.

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

Love is so simple.

This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

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

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

I think more people need to make out.

I can't really explain what it's like to be in love, but I feel like it's being comfortable. It's almost like having a best friend. It's a beautiful thing.

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

Making love is, simply put, poetry in motion.

Love is energy of life.

There's nothing more human than two people making love.

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

We are most alive when we're in love.

All who love are conspirators.

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

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

Love is closeness.

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.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.