Clarice Lispector Quotes

Love talks and talks. Lust is brief and to the point.

Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.

I do want love. Genuine love.

A kiss is the outward visible sign of an inward fever.

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

Human love and desire is my bag.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together. -Dimitri to Rose on their relationship

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

Isn't falling in love always the fullest life?

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite

Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.

Whatever 'in love' means.

Kiss me now, love me now.

I could drink a case of you.

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.

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.

My first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make

I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel.

I thought the force of my wanting must wake ye, surely. And then ye did come. . ." He stopped, looking at me with eyes gone soft and dark. "Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye…." He shook his head slowly. "I did think I should die, if I didna have ye," he said softly. "Just then.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually