Rodney Atkins Quotes

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

Near even a candle, the visible heat. So it is with a person in love.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

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

Falling in love with landscapes is what L.A. women do. It doesn't necessarily imply betrothal or marriage.

You very seldom see a picture where you watch the process of falling in love.

I think exciting sexuality is part of the fantasy, part of the entertainment of a love story.

I am an artless serf of Cupid.

When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!

I feel most sexy when I'm in love. My stomach flips. I get butterflies.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

There is no such thing as love at first sight, Bryan. There's only sex at first sight.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

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

We love being in love, that's the truth on't. If we had not met Joan, we should have met Kate, and adored her. We know our mistresses are no better than many other women, nor no prettier, nor no wiser, nor no wittier. 'Tis not for these reasons we love a woman, or for any special quality or charm I know of; we might as well demand that a lady should be the tallest woman in the world, like the Shropshire giantess, as that she should be a paragon in any other character, before we began to love her.

Lincoln?” she (Beth) asked. “Yes?” “Do you believe in love at first sight?” He made himself look at her face, at her wide-open eyes and earnest forehead. At her unbearably sweet mouth. “I don’t know,” he said. “Do you believe in love before that?” Her breath caught in her throat like a sore hiccup. And then it was too much to keep trying not to kiss her.

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.

Love is an angel disguised as lust.

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

Love is an irreresisistible desire to be irresistibily desired.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

Your lips are my persuasion, your love will be my cure.