Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

When you're frustrated with people, when they've made you angry, it just may be because you haven't given them enough time.

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

What does kissing really mean to me? To me, if you feel, when you kiss a girl, that certain feeling of all those dolphins, like, swimming through your blood stream, and you get those good tingles inside your stomach, I don't think there's any better feeling.

I couldn't even imagine kissing something.

The kiss is a wordless articulation of desire whose object lies in the future, and somewhat to the south.

Did you know...you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breath? I'll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight...and it's like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.

Lovers are made by a kiss.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

What kind of wedding would you like?" he asked, and stole another kiss before she could reply. "The kind that turns you into my husband." She touched the firm line of his mouth with her fingers. "What kind would you like?" He smiled ruefully. "A fast one.

She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.

Your neck. I want to kiss it.

I hate you!” I screamed at Fang. Tucking my wings in, I aimed downward, diving toward the ground at more than two hundred miles an hour. “No you dooonnn’t!” Fang’s voice spiraled away into nothingness, far above me. Inside my head, almost drowned out by the roar of wind rushing by my ears, I heard the Voice make a tsking sound. You guys are crazy about each other, it said.

Well,” she said. “I’m frustrated.” “Don’t make me angry-kiss you.” “Give me the laundry.” “Tempers rising, faces flushed … This is how it happens.

He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.

I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU COWS COME HOME FOR? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SNOGGING, YOU STUPID HERBIVORES???

I just want your extra time and your.......... Kiss

Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.

I don't think you should feel about a film. You should feel about a woman, not a movie. You can't kiss a movie.

Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.

Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.

Women like being kissed.

Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

I love a bit of passion.