John Heywood Quotes

In the night all cats are gray.

In the dark, all cats are grey.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

Desire consumes you, it takes you over. You forget yourself completely. All you can think about is the other, the one you desire, your self is just a fire.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Desire is the great equalizer.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

The lustful glances thrown his way made me wish he wasn’t such a damned bowl of eye candy." - Cat re: Bones

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

My desire is to stand by the fire that burns inside of you.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

Is it the gods who set this fire in our hearts, or do we each make our fierce desire into a god?

Lust is a captivity of the reason and an enraging of the passions. It hinders business and distracts counsel. It sins against the body and weakens the soul.

The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it on off, flame on like the Human Torch.

It's all the same to the clam.

Nothing more powerfully excites any affection than to conceal some part of its object, by throwing it into a kind of shade, whichat the same time that it shows enough to prepossess us in favour of the object, leaves still some work for the imagination.

I've been fighting my entire adult life for men and women everywhere to be equal and to be different. But there is one right I would not grant anyone. And that is the right to be indifferent.

He kissed me, so gently at first that I melted. I pressed close against him as the kiss deepened, curling my arms around his neck and tumbling into pure sensation. The softness of his hair as I ran my fingers through it; his arms hands on my skin, caressing me. It felt so, so good. I'd been afraid that I'd never have this again--this sense of being so achingly alive that every nerve ending was on fire.

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.

I'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.