Jean Racine Quotes

I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him.

Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals

I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

When I look at her, it's like when I was in seventh grade and fell in love for the first time, where it's debilitating. That's available 24/7 if I want, which is amazing.

I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

I knew then that I had never understood what humans called love. But if that was anything close to the power you held over me, then no wonder they searched for it so passionately." I reached out and pulled him into bed with me. "You're going to be late." "Why ?" "Because after hearing that I can't let you leave until I've had my fill. Get naked, Dankmar.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.

Baby I'm so into you I can hardly breathe.

I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates

Love is blind, but desire just doesn't give a good goddamn

Love is an irreresisistible desire to be irresistibily desired.

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

You know what it's like," said Storm, "when you want to--just--pour a woman into a glass and--just-drink her--just drink her down, one gulp, body and soul?

Love is madness, if thwarted it develops fast.

The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.

'Cause your love got the best of me, and baby you're making a fool of me. You got me sprung and i don't care who sees, 'cause baby you got me so crazy.