Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Quotes

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

Love is trembling happiness.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.

A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me.

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.

My contribution is the romance and the warmth. The love songs.

I say to everybody, love is what wakes you up in the morning, love is what makes you walk, and love is what makes you hope.

I see romance as a state of mind. I may find it in a candlelit dinner or by walking in the rain.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.

she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

Didn't love, like a plant from India, require a prepared soil, a particular temperature? Sighs in the moonlight, long embraces, tears flowing over hands yielded to a lover, all the fevers of the flesh and the languors of tenderness thus could not be separated from the balconies of great châteaux filled with idle amusements, a boudoir with silk blinds, a good thick carpet, full of pots of flowers, and a bed raised on a dais, nor from the sparkle of precious stones and shoulder knots on servants' livery.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me.