Jean de la Bruyere Quotes

I don't like sleeping with people I really love. I don't want to sleep with them because sex cannot last, but affection can last forever.

This is love, and the trouble with it: it can make you embarrassed. Love is really liking someone a whole lot and not wanting to screw that up. Everybody's chewed over this. This unites us, this part of love.

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

The art of love is who you share it with.

All I want is to preserve that wonderful something which so purely exists between us.

Ninety percent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.

From the look of us, you'd never know we slept in the same bed last night and made out like the world was going to end if we stopped.

Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side.

When you ask people about love, they tell you about heartbreak.

Look your significant other in the eyes, make that connection.

In a relationship when things are really great you don't need to say anything and just enjoy the other person. Sometimes with a couple, it gets dark and you don't know what to say and that silence can last all day. Other times you don't want to stop talking because you don't want to lose one another.

I'm just saying, it's got to be about something more than just body parts when you're with somebody.

I think invariably when you are dealing with relationships, the films really center on that, and the plot is really born out of that. That's the most core part of a relationship: intimacy, I think, whether it's expressed or not.

It's a misconception that love can only foster between two people of opposite sex. Love is a bond.

I always get carried away when I'm kissing. I just go nuts! Walking away after it is the strangest moment for me. It's embarrassing - not knowing what to say to each other.

Sex is a two-way treat.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

Sometimes, an afternoon spent in bed with someone can be the most important thing in the universe.

I endeavor not to conceal that I believe there is a great mixture of desire in the passion which is called love--or rather, without any far-fetched strain on words, it may be called the companion of love.

Falling in love is not an extension of one's limits or boundaries; it is a partial and temporary collapse of them.

The first undressing of two lovers is a most special event.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for my "all lowlifes, all the time" seduction policy. I wanted to come home and tell someone about my day. I wanted to go out dancing on the weekends. I wanted to take vacations together. I wanted someone to hold me when I was upset, when the ups and downs of the world pushed me too far. I wanted someone to love.

There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.

I love love and falling in love, but it can get pretty flat real fast.