Theodore Roethke Quotes

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one!

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

Falling in love as we know it is an addictive experience.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Desire is no light thing.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

Love, however, cannot be forbidden. The more that flame is covered up, the hotter it burns. Also love can always find a way. It was impossible that these two whose hearts were on fire should be kept apart. (Pyramus and Thisbe)

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him.

Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.

Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.