Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

I think more people need to make out.

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

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

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

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

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

Of all the things I love to taste, sweetest is the kiss of love.

I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.