Best 238 of Making love quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Voskamp

God lays down all of His fullness into all the emptiness. I am in Him. He is in me. I embrace God in the moment. I give Him thanks and I bless God and we meet and couldn't I make love to God, making every moment love for Him? "To know Him the way Adam knew Eve. Spirit skin to spirit skin.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Joshua Ip

with you, the sense i have lost my place in a book or simply lost — misplaced the memory which isn't in the last place where I looked. a thought that the clouds don't move — that it is we who thunder past — there it is! an old vacation, a train ride — sense of immobility. as sky and forest scroll past in relation, we are not moved, pretend to love the view, resort at length to scripted conversation by a poet-turned-screenwriter who didn't want this job, career gone grossly wrong and now drafts action film scripts wholly two- dimensional unless you choose to don the 3d glasses that do not stay on —

By Anonym 18 Sep

Roman Payne

Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent. When she came to my bed and begged me with sighs not to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise, I told her I’d spare her and kissed her closed eyes, then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise. While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fine I devoured her mouth, tender lips divine; and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine. Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Crystal Woods

If love is a form of substance abuse, I hope to die high.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Rajneesh

Meditation has to spread all over your life. Whatsoever you do, do meditatively. Walk meditatively, eat meditatively. If you are making love, make love meditatively. Meditation has to become your life twenty-four hours a day; then only the transformation. Then you go beyond sex, you go beyond body, you go beyond mind. And for the first time you become aware of godliness, of ecstasy, of bliss, of truth, of liberation.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Holly Evans

Somehow, something changed. Something unspoken passed between us. I took my time exploring his body in a way I hadn't done before. I traced every line, every curve, and savored the feel of his skin beneath my lips and fingertips. We took our time, and enjoyed a tenderness I'd never experienced before. For the first time in my life, I made love.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Edmund White

If a writer has the desire to communicate by writing and be heard, then he necessarily cares about seeing it in print. I suppose it's the difference between masturbation and making love—the real writer wants to touch another person.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Brother Dave Gardner

Rock music sounds like an octopus making love to a bagpipe.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rupert Holmes

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, you're the love that I've looked for, come with me and escape.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Josephine Winslow Johnson

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Michael Bassey Johnson

Lovemaking is a big grammatical error, i think it should be, LustMaking.

By Anonym 13 Sep

George Clinton

Disco is funky when you take one record at a time. It's just that they narrowed it down to one beat to try to corner the market on a particular music. And when you do that with rhythm - talk about something that will get on your nerves. Try to make love with one stroke. Somebody will tell you to fax it in.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Warsan Shire

Make love like you have no secrets like you've never been left never been hurt like the world don't owe you a single wretched thing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pushpa Rana

Before he could say anything, "I told him; I have had my share of boys".He drew me closer and said "let me your man then".

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chick Willis

Making love to a fat woman sure is a treat, because I'm here to tell you that meat hold heat.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chris Isaak

I put on music and I'm washing my car. And I put on music if you have somebody and you're trying to make love. You put that on in the background and you go, maybe this will be romantic.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dany Laferriere

Making love to a Negro isn't frightening; sleeping with him is. Sleep is complete surrender. It's more than nude; it's naked. Anything can happen during the night, when reason sleeps.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fran Lebowitz

There's no such thing as advice to the lovelorn. If they took advice, they wouldn't be lovelorn. You see, advice and lovelorn don't go together. Because advice makes love sound like some sort of cognitive activity, but we know that it isn't. We all know that it's some sort of horrible chemical reaction over which we have absolutely no control. And that's why advice doesn't work.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jacques-henri Lartigue

To talk about photos rather than making them seems idiotic to me. It's as though I went on and on about a woman I adored instead of making love to her.

By Anonym 14 Sep

E. L. Konigsburg

Nathan, how can you stand playing the same piece over and over again?" And Grandpa Nate answered, "Why don't you ask me how I can stand making love to the same woman over and over again?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Paulo Coelho

Love is an act of faith, not an exchange. Contradictions are what make love grow. Conflicts are what allow love to remain by our side.

By Anonym 13 Sep

John Muir

All Nature's wildness tells the same story: the shocks and outbursts of earthquakes, volcanoes, geysers, roaring, thundering waves and floods, the silent uprush of sap in plants, storms of every sort, each and all, are the orderly, beauty-making love-beats of Nature's heart.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Arthur Rubinstein

At every concert I leave a lot to the moment. I must have the unexpected, the unforeseen. I want to risk, to dare. I want to be surprised by what comes out. I want to enjoy it more than the audience. That way the music can bloom anew. It's like making love. The act is always the same, but each time it's different.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Voskamp

I fly to Paris and discover how to make love to God.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ovid

Skill makes love unending.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michael Bassey Johnson

I don't see anything other than pretensions and low mentality in women who make a man run after a hole that would soon be inhabited by termites and worms.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Simone Elkeles

I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and—and I love that you need me.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kurt Vonnegut

Make love when you can. It's good for you.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Jonathan Safran Foer

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It felt like crying. We could not look at each other. It always had to be from behind. Like that first time. And I knew he wasn't thinking of me. He squeezed my sides so hard, and pushed so hard. Like he was trying to push me through to somewhere else. Why does anyone ever make love?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Antoine De Saint-exupery

It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Katie Mcgarry

Echo, kissing you for the rest of my life would be good enough, and you need to get these fucked-up thoughts out of your brain. I’m scared of making love to you because you’re too good for me. I’m terrified that after I share this with you, you’ll realize the mistake, and I can’t take that. Not from you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Nelson Algren

Along the pavement-colored hall doors stood half open on either side, all the way down; each one was numbered in bright bald tin, each one stood just so much ajar in the gas-lit corridor. Just enough to reveal half-dressed men and women waiting for the rain or about to make love or already through loving and about to get drunk; or already half drunk and beginning to argue about how soon it was going to rain or whose turn it was to run down for whisky or whether it was time to make love again or forget it for once and just wait for rain.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jay Leno

Valentines day are coming up and a German company has made chokolate in shapes of couples making love. I don't like them... I don't want my chokolate to have more fun than me.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sherrilyn Kenyon

I wish I could be whole for you…I wish I could hold you and dance with you, take you in my arms and make love to you the way I want to. (Adron) And I’m just grateful I have you at all. It’s not your body or face that I love, Adron. It’s your heart, your soul, and your mind. (Livia)

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sarah Emily Miano

Consider yourself and the cello. As you play the music moves out to the listener, and also enters the core of your own being, for somehow you are tuned to the cello. Well, I am persuaded that this is because you are a chord. I am a chord. Our DNA dictates our physicality-made up of billions of little notes-on a basic level. Add to that our geography, background et cetera, and you have your original score. Life is the layering of chords, but the underlying one that we are will never change. This brings us to string theory and love. Our personal chord resonates with the personal ones of others, and sometimes we encounter another person who is completely harmonious with us. It is a dominant, overwhelming attraction on the DNA level. However, such a person can appear to be our opposite-and that's where this 'opposites attract' notion comes from-because they have tuned their chord in a different way. In reality, we are attracted to the person we have chosen not to become, an alternative adjustment to a chord that is nearly the same as our own. The clashing portions of the chords sounding together advance the richness of it. So when you make love you aren't expressing emotions or showing affection, you are merging melodies. You are players in the same symphony.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Keith L. Moore

We pray with our hands and often communicate with them. We use them to eat, work, and make love. We employ them as marvelously sophisticated instruments of flexibility and strength, and when they are damaged, we anguish.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Art Buchwald

An economist is a man who knows a hundred ways of making love but doesn't know any women.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Gao Xingjian

Everybody can write poetry, just like everybody knows how to make love.

By Anonym 16 Sep

C. J. English

His fingerprints covered my skin.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michael Bassey Johnson

If any woman opens her legs for you, don't feel so lucky to be fed with nonsense, she has been a bitch for a long time, and now its your own turn to get a share from her itching tunnel.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Catherine The Great

Men make love more intensely at 20, but make love better, however, at 30.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Roberta Flack

Walking in the dark, seeing lovers do their thing. That's the time, I feel like making love to you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Roberto Hogue

Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it has you aching for it if you don’t get it for awhile.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Cooper

When your life is nearly over, you will regret it if you look back and recall too many nights when you made excuses instead of making love.

By Anonym 16 Sep

R. J. Lawrence

He flipped over and positioned himself atop her, his head congested with rude thoughts.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Steve Martin

Hosting the Oscars is much like making love to a woman. It's something I only get to do when Billy Crystal is out of town.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Crystal Woods

You turn me on from across the room, and I’ll completely melt if you come any closer.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Dominic Riccitello

The difference between fucking and loving is taboo to some because not everyone can separate their emotions.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Olivia Parker

A throbbing ache started to grow in her womb. She wanted more, wanted something... "Rothbury, please," she begged. "Please." And then his fingers were there, delving inside, spreading her moisture up and down and around her opening. Her hips circled and dipped along with his movements. She moaned, saying his name. He groaned, panting along with her. Expertly, he handled her. Rhythmically, sweetly, he tortured her. "Open my trousers," he breathed. She complied. Soon he was freed, his hardness jutting upward, seeking her heat. "Look at me," he bit out through his teeth. As if through a haze, she met his heated, intense gaze. "This is the only time in my life I will ever hurt you." Her brow scrunched and it was on the tip of her tongue to ask him just what exactly he meant, when the tip of his manhood pulsed at the opening of her center. "Hold on," he said, his voice strained. Charlotte gripped his shoulders. Rothbury gripped her hips. Lifting her, he hesitated for a moment. "Do you want it?" She nodded and made some sort of noise, half whimper and half the word "yes." He bent his head to suckle one of her breasts again. For long moments, he held her poised above him as he toyed with her nipples, flicking, lapping, and gently running the bottom row of his teeth against them. When she started to wriggle, he impaled her in one smooth, swift motion. She cried out, nearly surging off of him. "Shh. Shh." He kissed her eyelids, the apples of her cheeks. "Only this time, my angel. Only this time it hurts." He kept very still, waiting for some sort of response from her, she imagined. Where there was once only pleasure, she now felt a stabbing pain. It seemed to radiate around his arousal. Her breathing slowed. This couldn't be it. There had to be more... And then she felt a sort of tickling. She looked down at their joined bodies to find Rothbury using his thumb to flick quickly against a tiny nubbin of flesh hidden in her folds. It felt... wonderful. Like magic, her hips began to move of their own accord. Her breathing increased and the throbbing, damp pleasure returned. She rocked against him. "There you are, Charlotte," he murmured against her throat. "Better?" She nodded shakily, tiny shivers shimmering down her upper body as he nipped at her earlobe. His large hands held her backside tightly against him, controlling, rolling her with him in a primal rhythm.

By Anonym 13 Sep

George Macdonald Fraser

If anything she was a shade too plump, but she knew the ninety-seven ways of making love that the Hindus are supposed to set much store by―though mind you, it is all nonsense, for the seventy-fourth position turns out to be the same as the seventy-third, but with your fingers crossed.