Sylvia Plath Quotes

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.

I think this’ll definitely tide me over while we’re apart,”Bones laughed, dragging me into his arms with far more strength and quickness than was fair, considering I still had trouble making my limbs operate. “Oh, Kitten,” he murmured as his lips dragged down my throat. “You didn’t really think we were done, did you?

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

My first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make

I feel perhaps my heart is still in China.

Love is a hole in the heart.

I like missing someone and being missed; I like looking forward to seeing him again. I like getting emails and texts with lots of xxx's.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

The best way to hold a man is in your arms.

I always think of my father when I sing arias about loss and love and longing. It gave me that definite deep sorrow that one can only get from life experience, you know?

When you hear a romantic song, the feeling is incomparable.

Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.

.."I don't even know her yet..but if she could see me right now, I'd want her to know that I love her.." ~E.L.~

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.

Then Park reached up and wrapped one of her red curls around his honey finger. "Back to missing you," he said, letting it go.

Just hold me please,” she replied. I’d hold her forever if I could.

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

Romance is the sweetening of the soul With fragrance offered by the stricken heart.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.