Christian Nestell Bovee Quotes

Well, there are different levels of love.

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

When you get to play a character that's in love, it's cool.

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

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

I want to be kissed by the people I love.

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

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Absolutely, there is a connection between food and love. I always say, when there's love in my heart or I'm feeling particularly good, the food comes out that much better. And so I think Valentine's Day is a special day.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

I think women love a passionate love story.

In love there are two things - bodies and words.

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

I confess I am a romantic. I love romance, and I think it's really fun and delicious and some of my favorite films are love stories. I think that you just get a chance to fall in love with the characters so much and you get to explore their lives so deeply.

Love prefers twilight to daylight.

The kiss always gets a hell of a reaction.

All who love are conspirators.

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.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

Of course I saved you," she said. "I couldn't do without you." And because she was happy and flushed with magic Holly leaned down and kissed Artemis, magic sparking around the contact like tiny fireworks.

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.