Kate Chopin Quotes

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

Love—the desire to love and be loved, to hold and be held, to give love even if your experience as a recipient has been compromised or incomplete—is the constant on the continuum of hunger, it's what links the anorexic to the garden-variety dieter, it's the persistent pulse of need and yearning behind the reach for food, for sex, for something.

What's powerful about a love scene is not seeing the act. It's seeing the passion, the need, the desire, the caring, the fear.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

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

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

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 god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.

Some people associate red with love, but to me, red is for an earlier stage of a relationship. Black is much deeper, to me. It's certainly the sexiest color.

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.

'Call Me by Your Name' is essentially the universal nature of love.

Touch, touch, touch, touch me love, I'm shaking inside.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

I need to check in with Seth before I--" he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat--"give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

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?

Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for my "all lowlifes, all the time" seduction policy. I wanted to come home and tell someone about my day. I wanted to go out dancing on the weekends. I wanted to take vacations together. I wanted someone to hold me when I was upset, when the ups and downs of the world pushed me too far. I wanted someone to love.

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

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

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.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.