Jane Austen Quotes

I'd luv to kiss ya, but I just washed my hair.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

He bent, lips coming to mine and — 'Derek? Chloe?' It was Kit, opening the back door. Derek let out a low growl. 'Never fails.' I turned to Kit. 'How is she?' 'We’re going to take her back to the house now. She’s unconscious again.' 'Then we’ll walk back,' Derek said. 'Give you room in the van to lay her down.' His dad agreed and went back inside. As we walked toward the steps, I looked down at Derek’s hand, holding mine. 'No one’s around,' he said. 'And we can take the back way.' 'Good,' I said, and entwined my fingers with his.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muttle through the awkward stage of i like you and you like me, but when we both finally said 'yes' life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. and, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. lady, i don't have to study you to be sure. you're the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were

When they see us dance. When they see how you look at me. When they see how I smile at you.

Holding hands at midnight 'Neath a starry sky... Nice work if you can get it And you can get it -- if you try.

I don't know. I really don't. While I was in the living room, I kept asking myself what I really wanted in life." She squeezed his hand. "And do you know what the answer was? The answer was that I wanted two things. First, I want you. I want us. I love you and I always have.

Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse.

Dancing cheek to cheek.

You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.

She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?

Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.

Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

Come back, and do that thing, be lovely to each-other.

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.

The art of love is who you share it with.

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

friendship is love made bearable.

Hands on your breast can keep your heart beating.

I've got my love to keep me warm.

He loves so wholly. It is his nature. He blinks, then tries to find the right response. "I-" he stumbles. "I'm so afraid, June. So afraid of what might happen to-" I put two fingers against his lips to hush him. "Fear makes you stronger," I whisper. Before I can stop myself, I put my hands on his face and press my mouth to his.