Richelle Mead Quotes

When a man says he had pleasure with a woman he does not mean conversation.

The days just prior to marriage are like a snappy introduction to a tedious book.

I sacrifice so much of my life, can I at least get laid?

If I use the word romance, whether it's my wife or not, it does not mean sex. We can use the word sex when sex is there.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

I never really recovered from the shock of discovering that women do what we do; they save their best pairs for the nights when they are going to sleep with somebody. When you live with a woman, these faded, shrunken tatty scraps suddenly appear on radiators all over the house; your lascivious schoolboy dreams of adulthood as a time when you are surrounded by exotic lingerie for ever and ever amen...those dreams crumble to dust.

The hardest-learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.

... I never will allow myself to form an ideal of any person I desire to see, for disappointment never fails to ensue.

To make love is to become like this infant again. We grope with our mouths toward the body of another being, whom we trust, who takes us in her arms. We rock together with this loved one. We move beyond speech. Our bodies move past all the controls we have learned. We cry out in ecstasy, in feeling. We are back in a natural world before culture tried to erase our experience of nature. In this world, to touch another is to express love; there is no idea apart from feeling, and no feeling which does not ring through our bodies and our souls at once.

I believe marriage is a spectator sport.

He reached across and fingered the pendant; I felt it move against my skin. "Willow, look," He said. "We haven't talked much about what might happen, but...you know that I always want to be with you, right? I mean--no matter what." And I had known it; I felt it every time he held me--but even so, actually hearing the words made my heart catch. "I want that, too," I said. "Always, Alex.

Sex is all the enchantment required. Do men find women so enchanting once the sex is taken out? Does anyone find anyone that enchanting unless they have sexual business with them? Who else are you enchanted by? Nobody.

I think I've become more cynical about sex. Meaning, I don't think sex in and of itself leads to an epiphany.

What I discovered was is that it's rare to find a person that you feel very intimate with, and you can sleep with lots of people and not find what you're looking for.

marriage is when a man stops disappointing many women and focuses on disappointing one!

Love is not necessary for sex.

He's comming to meet me on Sun. Cant wait!!... Please God let him love me!!... This could be it [followed by five happy faces].... Hes going to publish my pictures Im so glad I didn't sleep with him either!... I hate for men to want sex all the time. I hate sex anyway. (1992, diary entry as she prepares for a meeting with Paul Marciano, head of Guess.)

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.

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

First of all, people were not expecting [Donald Trump] to win. I still think they're in shell-shock four months later. Get over it.

After making love I said to my girl, "Was it good for you too?" And she said, "I don't think this was good for anybody."

These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.

Love in the real world doesn’t usually work out the way stories make us think it should. We don’t always get fairy-tale endings. People split up and move on. Just because you love someone doesn’t mean you can’t love someone else.” - Georgina to Brandy

Love is mistranslated into sex, because sex is not an expression of love. Sex is an expression of physical activity. It can be an expression of love between two people in love, but it's a carnal expression.

Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.