Best 69 quotes in «love making quotes» category

Sometimes you look around the world, to see the dazzling walls and showering fountains of it, and feel like that today is the end and beginning at the same time. That's the moment you discover something new of yourself. That's love, cause and life.

The only self control I have when I am with you is that I am with you.

Take control from the moment you step in her place. She'll be pleasantly surprised and impressed.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. From the time he met Tereza, no woman had the right to leave the slightest impression on that part of his brain. Tereza occupied his poetic memory like a despot and exterminated all other trace of other women. That was unfair, because the young woman he made love to on the rug during the storm was not a bit less worthy of poetry than Tereza. She shouted, ‘Close your eyes! Squeeze my hips! Hold me tight!; she could not stand it that when Tomas made love he kept his eyes open, focused and observant, his body ever so slightly arched above her, never pressing against her skin. She did now want him to study her. She wanted to draw him into the magic stream that may be entered only with closed eyes. [..] She wanted to merge with him. [..] 'It’s not sensual pleasure I’m after,’ she would say, 'it’s happiness. And pleasure without happiness is not pleasure.’ In other words, she was pounding on the gate of his poetic memory. But the gate was shut. There was no room for her in his poetic memory. There was room for her only on the rug.

That night they made love, the kind of love-making that is another country, a country of its own, not yours or mine.

The hour of spring was dark at last, sensuous memories of sunlight past, I stood alone in garden bowers and asked the value of my hours. Time was spent or time was tossed, Life was loved and life was lost. I kissed the flesh of tender girls, I heard the songs of vernal birds. I gazed upon the blushing light, aware of day before the night. So let me ask and hear a thought: Did I live the spring I’d sought? It's true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song. and never tried to bind an hour to my borrowed garden bower; nor did I once entreat a day to slumber at my feet. Yet days aren't lulled by lyric song, like morning birds they pass along, o'er crests of trees, to none belong; o'er crests of trees of drying dew, their larking flight, my hands, eschew Thus I’ll say it once and true... From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered.

There is no such thing as “vaginal orgasm” vs. “clitoral orgasm”. The entire ring of tissues that surrounds the vaginal opening is connected to the clitoris by nerves and blood vessels. Ultimately all these tissues together are responsible for the female orgasm. This entire erogenous zone is often referred to as the “ring of fire”.

To a woman sexual intimacy is more a tool to get mentally close to her partner than merely a means to physical pleasure.

Through memory to knowledge on the way to stars that are stepping down to the stuffy rooms of modern bureaucrats, illuminating their ceilings, their horizons where everything is easily resolved by the piles of paper and recipes for how to live, create, run, eat, breathe, learn how to love, how to make love, how to sleep, how to dream, how happiness is achieved under the artificial stars of the new sky that emerged from the bureaucratic rooms of aspiring and impotent minds, unable to love, even though they had all their life to learn what they preach.

Vikrant : "I want to taste honey pot, You are shy, free yourself, like an animal, feel like an animal, they don't know sin. Do they?

...we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...

I can get a script and go, "Well, I'd rather do stand-up." I don't hold movies in higher regard. I love making videos and posting. I love TV.

When the humours were handed out, Ankh-Morpork got the one for joking and Quirm had to do make do with their expertise in fine dining and love-making.

You may be theoretically rich but practically poor.

For me there is a reluctance to be in front of cameras. I love making music but with that comes a lot of responsibility and you have to put yourself out there more.

I am curious, I love making discoveries, travelling, speaking with people, go shopping.

I go to the studio every day, but I dont paint every day. I love playing with my architectural models. I love making plans. I could spend my life arranging things.

Through sexual intimacy, two human beings become one mind, body and soul wrapped up in the cocoon of their skin.

Even in the midst of love-making, writers are working on the description.

Flaws are awesome - so, flawsome! I love making up a word.

I also learned that I love making money. Anyone who is not afraid of work will be happy with the money they make.

I blow up fireworks all the time, and I love making milkshakes and banana splits.

I just love making music. I always stay in the studio. Making music is my main focus.

I have fun making films. I love making films. It's the only thing I know how to do. And I do it well.

I love making films more than anything, but it's tough.

I love making music so its important for me to keep doing that even if the schedule is busy.

I love making films, but the best roles are hard to come by.

I love making Italian food. And coconut chicken.

I love making movies and hope to write my own screenplay someday and do some producing and be behind-the-scenes as well.

I love making music. I never stop. I want to keep it moving forward. I like to go into the studio and make hits. It makes me feel good.

I love making videos on my couch. You can put those on the Internet fast. I can express myself.

I love making people laugh.

I love making movies, I love the differentness of it, I love writing. But I've always liked television. I grew up on television.

I love making people laugh. And I love laughing.

I'm uncomfortable with being famous. I hate it. But I love making music. I love getting paid to do it, and I love getting on my boat after I get paid to do it.

I love my squirrel and dumplings, but you can make it with chicken and dumplings. I love making the dumplings. I think I just like to roll out dough.

The fact is that gardening, more than most of our other activities except sometimes love-making, confronts us with the inexplicable.

I've always loved the showmanship of professional wrestling. While I love making movies, I love that platform, too.

First law of pleasurable love-making in the long run, is that you don't keep naked pictures of your partner on your phone.

A man who wakes up to a pair of double D breasts of his wife every morning, is neurologically destined to get used to them, regardless of their size. This is called “Habituation”. But this process of habituation does not say anything about the love and care between two persons in a committed relationship. Love is not the primeval surge of libidinal lust that a person receives when meeting a suitable partner for the first time. Love in the truest sense of the term is born much later in a relationship, when both sides get to the know the truest selves of each other. And when love is born out of the pyre of commitment and attachment, it is no longer about having sex, it is about making love and becoming one with each other in every manner possible.

As he seemed to be losing control, Hope licked the palm of her left hand, slid it into his already unbuttoned pants, and reached for his soul.

Dropping to his knees before her, he loved her, worshiped her with his mouth, kissing her stomach, her hips, her thighs, and finally reaching her moist, intimate center. She cried out his name and he knew she was shocked at his behavior, but he didn't care. He devoured her, holding her tightly against his mouth as he drank her. Alternating between swirls of his tongue and long, languid licks, he let her moans and sighs be his guide to pleasuring her. Her body shook and he knew she was close. He quickened his movements. He slid his hands from her bottom around to her waist, and to her rib cage. Reaching her breasts, he plucked at her nipples while he suckled the tiny nubbin of flesh hidden in her folds. She screamed. And he continued his sweet torture until her knees buckled. He caught her to him. Holding her close he carried her to his bed, his cock so fiendishly hard he thought he'd go mad if he didn't take her at that moment. In a stunningly short amount of time, he rid himself of his clothes and joined her on the bed. Her legs spread for him and he sank himself between her thighs. Her limbs shaking, Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist and eagerly met her husband's lips for a kiss. His body was simply magnificent, she thought, running her hands down his muscled back, over the hard muscles of his arms and chest.

If I were born a woman, my clothes would be for any man with rough hands to tear down and my body to be made love to by any heart lost enough to love

I smile at you, hinting at the pleasures ahead, and silently point to the zip at the back of my dress…

Just sex without love will leave you unfulfilled. Sleeping around with multiple partners will not fulfill the need of love-making or the lack of loving touch you have since childhood.

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

Making love is not necessary to make love.

Making love is not magical, if there is no love.

The right-wing just loves making a big entrance.

All that two lovers want, is to be one with the other in a moment of ecstasy.