David Levithan Quotes

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

Falling in love as we know it is an addictive experience.

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.

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.

Just the notion of falling for someone, that involves weakness.

I don't know if love exists, not the kind that keeps. I think love's an infatuation that turns into a habit, because you can't keep that passion going. You get used to people, and that's death for me - I like to be surprised.

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

Human love and desire is my bag.

Everyone yearns for love, and everyone struggles for love.

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together. -Dimitri to Rose on their relationship

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

I'll take lying in your arms tonight over and above any love I've known. Memories may find me, but they'll always be behind me. I'll take today over yesterday, anyday.

I expect we are all jealous of the women in their past, but how much less exciting if the women had not kept the bed warm.

Love talks and talks. Lust is brief and to the point.

I don't understand what you're still doing here." She blinked and nodded miserably, then began to turn away. "No!" He pulled her back. "Don't leave. It's just that you've never—we've never... gotten this far." He closed his eyes. "Will you say it again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me ... what I am?" "You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel.

With every breath, I'm deeper in you.

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

I don't want you to cook my bread, I don't want you to make my bed. I don't want you to because I'm sad and blue, I just want to make love to you.

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

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

I want to be with you.