F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

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.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

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.

Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

Trust and trust alone should lead us to love

One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

She pulls me toward her, tells me, “You’re sweet, you know that?” I crack a smile. Life will not tear us apart this time. Our hearts will see to it.

If you hold me, I will let you into my dreams.

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

I want to be where your heart is home I want to see you with the light in the morning There's never been such a beautiful warning to me, to me

Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .

A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love.

The two of you, there's something uncanny about the way you two are with each other. I mean everything--the way you look at each other, the way she relaxes when you put your hand on her back, the way you both seem to know what the other is always thinking, it's always struck me as extraordinary. That's another reason I keep putting marriage off. I know I want something like what you two share, and I'm not sure I've found it yet. I'm not sure I ever will. And with love like that, they say anything's possible, right?

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.

When you find your soulmate, you could sleep under their armpits.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

We took off our clothes, and we were basically in a sphere of love and light and warmth, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was better than I ever could have dreamed, it was that thing I had been looking for, that love mixed with the rapture of sex.

Only he who loves and is loved for his own sake can be happy, and what produces that happiness is not so much the sense of sexual communion as of two people being together ... the sexual act viewed as a whole probably affords less happiness than a totally ordinary kiss or often indeed one simple word from the one you love.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.