John Dryden Quotes

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.

I think what creates a winner is a person who can connect with their partner - another human being.. connect with their soul

You are mine. I recognize you. We twist our souls around each other's miseries. It is that which makes us family.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?

I wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.

There's something so beautiful in coming on one's very inmost thoughts in another. In one way it is one of the greatest pleasures one has.

Love is to the soul of him who loves, what the soul is to the body which it animates.

I love what I know about passion, I love what I know about mercy, I love what I know about patience, I love what I know about soul, and I know you.

What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.

I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too." "I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.

That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.

This is what I think art is and what I demand of it: that it pull everyone in, that it show one person another's most intimate thoughts and feelings, that it throw open the window of the soul.

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full *contact* - all that?

Kinship doesn't come from skin color. It's in your soul and your mind.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Love: To feel with one's whole self the existence of another being.

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows.

Your friends are really an extension of your vision of the world. It's kind of a physical manifestation of how you feel. Like your soul.

If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.

To be known so well by someone is an unimaginable gift. But to be imagined so well by someone is even better.

I saw deep in the eyes of the animals, the human soul look out upon me.

I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

On this earth, though far and near, without love, there's only fear.