Nicholas Sparks Quotes

You know how it is. Every time you kiss someone else, in a way you always remember that very first time.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.

I like kisses that aren't too fast or rushed - that's what makes a good kiss.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine

I envy the music lovers hear. I see them walking hand in hand, standing close to each other in a queue at a theater or subway station, heads touching while they sit on a park bench, and I ache to hear the song that plays between them: The stirring chords of romance's first bloom, the stately airs that whisper between a couple long in love. You can see it in the way they look at each other... you can almost hear it. Almost, but not quite, because the music belongs to them and all you can have of it is a vague echo that rises up from the bittersweet murmur and shuffle of your own memories.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. He felt a kind of spark, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night.

When he kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe, and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you ... it's overwhelming.

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. "You could do a lot worse." At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift...it is perfect. So when I rise up on my tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn't seem forced at all.

This was a memory I wanted to keep, whole, and recall again and again. When I was fifty years old I wanted to remember this moment on the porch, holding hands with Cameron while he shared himself with me. I didn’t want it to be something on the fringes of my memory like so many other things about Cameron and myself.

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

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

I waited for my first kiss.

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

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

The first kiss between two people is something really good in life.

Soft lips are big for me. Not a whole lot of lip gloss. You don't want your first good kiss to taste like strawberry shortcake!

The theater was the place where I felt my first crush, and it's where I got my first kiss.

Love, however, is very materially assisted by a warm and active imagination: which has a long memory, and will thrive, for a considerable time, on very slight and sparing food.

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.

I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--

He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly... like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.