Barbara de Angelis Quotes

Love is a sacred silence.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.

Until you came along, I never knew how much I’d been missing. I never knew that a touch could be so meaningful or an expression so eloquent; I never knew that a kiss could literally take my breath awa

Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.

Son, you'll know you're in love when a woman's voice settles into your spine.

The lover is moved by the thing loved, as the sense is by that which perceives, and it unites with it and they become one and the same thing... when the lover is united with the beloved it finds rest there; when the burden is laid down there it finds rest.

Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known.

My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.

If you go on loving a person deeply, by and by sex disappears. Intimacy becomes so fulfilling, then there is no need for sex; love is enough unto itself. When that moment comes then there is the possibility of prayer dawning upon you.

In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.

I love her not with my mind or my imagination, but with my whole being. Loving her I feel myself to be an integral part of all God's joyous world.

When you're comfortable with someone you love, the silence is the best. And, that's how me and J. are. When we're in a room together, we don't have to say anything. It's for real.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.

Loving a man truly and really brings me to my knees.

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

Augustus Waters," I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love.

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.

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

This thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked. It was love, and it was divine.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.