Lauren Kate Quotes

Well, there are different levels of love.

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

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

Love is so simple.

Yes, romance has found it's way into my heart in the past.

Oh, I find it very easy to fall in love.

I know nothing about love and romance, so I prefer to stick to just comedy.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Two people can make love but that isn't necessarily love.

I prefer love over sex.

Being in love, and I'm not an expert in this, I've lived it as much as anyone has, but I've not dissected it.

In love there are two things - bodies and words.

I'm not real good at romance.

This is the most challenging activity that humans get into, which is love. You know, where we have the sense that we can't live without love. That life has very little meaning without love.

Being in love with somebody is a wonderful feeling.

Love is an action verb, and romance is the result of those actions.

I love you present tense.

I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.

I grabbed her ankle and kissed it, and when I looked up I saw her chin and her eyelashes as she threw back her head and laughed.

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

Kiss me now, love me now.

Kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.

And before he can tell her to tell Widget goodbye for him if need be, she leans forward and kisses him, not on the cheek, as she has a handful of times before, but on the lips, and Bailey knows in that moment that he will follow her anywhere.

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.