Charlotte Caffey Quotes

I am just like any other girl, a sucker for romance.

Falling in love. Being in love. It's something I dream of, something I want to feel.

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not.

I really want to fall in love.

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.

Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

My novels are often about people who are in love or attracted to each other.

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

We are wired to find love.

I totally believe in romance and love and all that.

Love is one of my favorite things to talk about. Every song will be about losing it or finding it, seeing a guy and not knowing if you want to tell him how you feel yet. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic.

And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.

I want real love.

Everyone has been in love, at some point or another.

Human love and desire is my bag.

Tris," Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow. There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, "Beatrice." He laughs weakly. "Beatrice," he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.

Miffed, I poked him in the chest. 'You think you know everything?' His hands caressed my back. 'Not everything, but some things. I knew without a doubt I'd fallen in love when we met. Then I knew I'd do anything to make you feel the same way.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel.

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?