Andrea Seigel Quotes

You say love is just a four letter word.

You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?" Poppy nodded.

We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The books in my father's shed were sighing. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna's breathing. I thought about waking her. but it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you... It's always necessary. I love you.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

All I want is your loving, feel the earth move when we kiss. I don't need a big ol' diamond, but I'll take it baby if you insist.

I'm a romantic, and I like guys to bring flowers and buy some gifts - not expensive things, just romantic things.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

I try to do romantic gestures all the time.

I don't understand why every guy is not a romantic. I enjoy it.

An American may speak love with his lips; the Italian must say it with his eyes.

My passion is capturing what it feels like to love, be it romantic or otherwise. I love to watch two people realize what they meant for each other - and that goes across all media, books, TV, movies, personal essays; everything.

When I'm romantic, I'll make minted lamb. Yeah, man, I do have my romantic moments.

We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.

I'd never expected my first time to be in a cabin in the woods, but I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love.

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

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

I owe her everything and I love her and I tell her these days, although every time I say it, it gets a little diluted. I think you run out of I love yous.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

I love you" I say. "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

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

When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn't fully human until I saw myself in your eyes." And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it's my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes.

To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.

If I don't love you, baby, grits ain't groceries.

When I see ya baby girl, I miss feelin on ya. I miss everything that's real about ya and that's everything about ya, that's just how I feel about ya