Francesca Lia Block Quotes

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.

There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.

Lovely creatures in scarlet, dance with me!

You can't remember sex. You can remember the fact of it, and recall the setting, and even the details, but the sex of the sex cannot be remembered, the substantive truth of it, it is by nature self-erasing, you can remember its anatomy and be left with a judgment as to the degree of your liking of it, but whatever it is as a splurge of being, as a loss, as a charge of the conviction of love stopping your heart like your execution, there is no memory of it in the brain, only the deduction that it happened and that time passed, leaving you with a silhouette that you want to fill in again.

Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!

You can ravish your woman so deeply that her surrender breaks your heart into light.

I really want to fall in love.

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.

There is no art without Eros.

Take pleasure in your dreams; relish your principles and drape your purest feelings on the heart of a precious lover.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

Some things are better than sex, and some are worse, but there's nothing exactly like it.

All art is erotic.

Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Fantasy is my heart and love. And I just want to play in that garden for the rest of my life.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

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

Well, love motivates me in everything I do.

Sex is the best high. It's better than any drug. I want to die making love because it feels so good.

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Lady Jaye and I always thought black eyes were really sexy.