Henry Ward Beecher Quotes

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.

The purpose of it all is love.

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

He dropped the pretense, and dropped his head, so his brow came to rest against the sun-warmed top of hers. His arms went around her and drew her in, and Karou and Akiva were like two matches struck against each other to flare starlight. With a sigh, she softened, and it was pure homecoming to melt against him and rest.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

I may not have hands to hold my wife’s hands, but I don’t need hands to hold her heart. That’s what I’m gonna hold.

The royal road to a man's heart is to talk to him about the things he treasures most.

I'll put it out there: I love getting hugs.

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.

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved, just to love and be loved.

The romantic embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

Easy is to occupy a place in a telephone book. Difficult is to occupy someone's heart; know that you're really loved.

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

There are many doors to the heart.

But what doesn't change is that love is something we all crave. Everyone is looking for that touch, that emotion, that feeling. Love makes the mundane matter.

I adore Angie and we are very close.

A lot of my music is about love. And that, of course, is super relatable.

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.

Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.

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

I love you" I say. "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.