Helen Fisher Quotes

I think every great show has that kind of romance that people just kind of yearn for.

I'll take lying in your arms tonight over and above any love I've known. Memories may find me, but they'll always be behind me. I'll take today over yesterday, anyday.

I miss you already I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . . Mmmm.

When I'm in love with a woman, seeing her in something cozy makes me not want to let go of her when I'm holding her.

What I felt is the same kind of love I felt between Waylon and his audience. And that's what I miss.

I've never grown into loving someone. It's, like, either right away or slowly sinks in.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

It's weird, when I go back to San Francisco, the few times that I've done shows there since leaving, it still feels like I live there. It's very, very strange for me. That's where my daughter was born, at UCSF. I have this huge attachment to San Francisco. It's like a love affair.

I love New York. A part of me will always be here. What can I say.

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.

The sound of a mother's voice expresses a feeling of intimacy, which has a truly magical effect on the listener.

Mexico is where I fell in love for the first time; it's where my family lives... so however much I travel, I inevitably return there.

The theater was the place where I felt my first crush, and it's where I got my first kiss.

I'd really like to go back to New Japan because it feels like home, and I love that place so much.

Sydney has taken my money, Melbourne has my respect, but Adelaide has taken my heart; I shall return.

Delhi, for me, means my mother and lots of love!

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine. It was about growing up and realizing that the feel of his arms around me, the smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at the end of the day. It wasn't the same as being with him and we were awake.

She lowered her head until it was at his level. He stroked the line of her jaw, and then pressed his forehead against her hard snout and held her as tightly as he could, her scales sharp against his fingers. Hot tears began to slide down his cheeks. 'Why do you cry?' she asked. 'Because... I'm lucky enough to be bonded with you.' 'Little one.

In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved

The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you—just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.

Love is about needing someone, about feeling as if the day isn't quite right if they're not there. Its about knowing that, no matter how bad a day you've had, the moment you see them again or hear their voice, the world is back in its place.

I want to have the memories of my time with you to keep me warm.

I want to be with you.