Laura Dern Quotes

I endeavor not to conceal that I believe there is a great mixture of desire in the passion which is called love--or rather, without any far-fetched strain on words, it may be called the companion of love.

I believe that the way to a man's heart is not through his stomach. It's a little further south.

I could not make a move without making love.

I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world.

Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.” “Only your heart?” she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. “Also a few other things,” he conceded. “And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

But it is not reason that governs love.

Tonight, we will both discover, how friends turn into lovers, when I make love to you.

Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart.

Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart. 'Cause that's all that matters in the end.

The only thing I'm looking for in life is incredible passion and honest love, no matter what options are on the table. All I really operate on is the way I feel in my heart when it comes to love.

There's the theory that nudity doesn't really make something sexy; the characters and their relationship make it sexy.

Familiarity with your lover is what initially makes sex really good.

Only lovers know the value and magnanimity of truth.

Everyone is having sex until they fall in love. When you fall in love, then it's making love.

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

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

What do any of us really know about love?

To speak of love is to make love.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

You should be kissed everyday, every hour, every minute.

Love is the thing that you pursue because it's the thing that gives you all this life, or you believe that, anyway.

It is admitted that a novel can hardly be made interesting or successful without love? It is necessary because the passion is one which interests or has interested all. Everyone feels it, has felt it, or expects to feel it.