Ingrid Bergman Quotes

I didn't want to go completely on my toes for our first kiss.

Kissing is kind of scary.

If you'll promise not to cry, Baby, I will kiss you by-and-by—Maybe! Though you're six feet three, You will always be Nothing but a Baby, dear, to me.

If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!

Well?" Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. "How was it?" Harry considered it for a moment. "Wet," he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. "Because she was crying," Harry continued heavily. "Oh," said Ron, his smile faded slightly. "Are you that bad at kissing?" "Dunno," said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. "Maybe I am.

Why watch someone kissing when people really close their eyes when they kiss?

Love is trembling happiness.

It's awkward: Here you are with most of your clothes off in bed with this person who you've really just met. You're strangers to each other's bodies and you're coming together for the first time in front of all these people.

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

I always get carried away when I'm kissing. I just go nuts! Walking away after it is the strangest moment for me. It's embarrassing - not knowing what to say to each other.

So many times you see beautiful lovemaking scenes with a lot of exposure or an awkward lovemaking scene, but I think it's very rare that you see it private.

I'm romantic to the point of embarrassment.

Yes, because when you're in love, you are shy.

I'm a little confused by love.

I know I was known as a ladies man and all that, but even the thought of holding my heroine's hand made me break into a sweat.

Even the toughest of eggs to crack will have soppy, soft moments when they feel in love. Usually they'll want to be more physically affectionate in terms of hugging and kissing, and they'll feel more protective towards you.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

We were kissing. I thought: This is good. I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all. I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe. Suddenly she laughed and pulled away from me. She wiggled a hand out of her sleeping bag and wiped her face. "You slobbered on my nose," she said, and laughed

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

I have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though." "That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something." I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear. "Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you." I laugh a little. "Then you should know better." "Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

We kissed each other, long and deep, while my legs opened like the covers of a book.

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway, my hands shake, I'm not usually this way. But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave. It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless.

I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

Wordlessly I looked back at him, astonished that a kiss on the palm could be so intimate.