Cole Porter Quotes

Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.

That "ol' black magic" is a fickle force. The chemistry of romantic love can trigger the chemistry of sexual desire and the fuel of sexual desire can trigger the fuel of romance. This is why it is dangerous to copulate with someone with whom you don't wish to become involved. Although you intend to have casual sex, you might just fall in love.

I can't explain chemistry. I really can't. I haven't got a clue what it's all about. It just happens. It's like falling in love. You can't explain why you fall in love or explain why it's this particular person.

The woman I'm attracted to won't be based on what I write down on paper. It's going to be what I feel.

I never analyze why I was with one woman instead of another.

Falling in love as we know it is an addictive experience.

You can't blame gravity for falling in love.

We do most of what we do out of our sexual energy and our sexual needs.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Attraction is beyond our will or ideas sometimes.

Sex, and the attraction between the sexes, does make the world go 'round.

You don't know why you fall in love.

Everyone I've ever fallen in love with, I just fell in love with! I didn't date them to try.

Sexuality isn't something you create. It is between people, and then it just happens.

Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.

Let's Do It; Let's Fall in Love.

I work for men that I would love to meet, somebody who I could fall in love with, someone who intrigues me.

All male animals, including men, when they are in love, are apt to behave in ways that seem ludicrous to bystanders.

The rottweiler stood his ground and waited for me to take the next step in the dance of ritualized intimidation. Instead, I leaped at him. Screw ritual. Now was not the time to stand on ceremony.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

I've always said that I worry about being with a man who doesn't flirt.

but she realized that she wanted him to know her. She wanted him to understand her, if only because she had strange sense that he was the kind of man she could fall in love with, even if she didn't want to.

I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.

The point about love, the essential point, was that we loved what we loved. We did not choose. We just loved.