Richelle Mead Quotes

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'm just saying, it's got to be about something more than just body parts when you're with somebody.

I wanna be loved. I just wanna be loved.

How we need another soul to cling to.

I think most people would struggle to define their whole relationship with just one label - like: my girlfriend, boyfriend, brother, sister, confidantes, whatever - but in those moments, there's true joy in each other.

I think people desperately want to feel love.

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.

All my boyhood, all I ever wanted was to be loved.

I have no agenda - just to be loved.

How genuine is my capacity for love if there is no one for me to love, to laugh with, to treat tenderly, to be trusted by?

The most real thing of all, the only thing any of us wants, is to matter to somebody. To feel and share love, even on a friendship level or as deep as a romantic one. Who doesn't want that?

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

But what doesn't change is that love is something we all crave. Everyone is looking for that touch, that emotion, that feeling. Love makes the mundane matter.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

You’ve got me feeling like you’re that something I’ve been missing.

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

It's a lonely ol' night. Can I put my arms around you?

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.

Everyone wants someone they can hold and love. Someone who will be there to help pick up the pieces when everything falls apart. (Acheron)

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.

What women want: To be loved, to be listened to, to be desired, to be respected, to be needed, to be trusted, and sometimes, just to be held. What men want: Tickets to the World Series.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

I want to be where your heart is home I want to see you with the light in the morning There's never been such a beautiful warning to me, to me