Sylvia Day Quotes

Ahhh, I love to love you baby, ahhh.

Alexander to Tatiana: I love you as much as it is possible for a man to love a woman.

Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.

The state of being in love is so inherently preposterous. It usually lends itself to romantic comedy. I think we've all been there.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love is only one of many passions.

I love you more than my own skin.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

Love is friendship set on fire.

I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.

There's nothing more irresistible to a man than a woman who's in love with him.

I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.

Ardor, n. The quality that distinguishes love without knowledge.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

I love a bit of passion.

I believe in feeling connected. Love is something that grows, that comes from nourishment; it builds. But there is a great feeling that happens, that is telling you, I don't want to leave this room!

Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.

I love you garb’d but naked, more!

Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.

I love love. I'm, like, obsessed with it.

When I am in love, I am ridiculously and hopelessly romantic.

I am an artless serf of Cupid.