“Polly Jean, I love you. I love the texture of your skin, the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears. I love every inch and every part of your entire body. From your toes and the beautifully curved arches of your feet, to the exceptional shade and warmth of your dark hair. I need you in my life, I hope you need me too.” NeedsBodyDarkFeetLove YouHairTasteSkinsEarsWarmthShadeInchesToesExceptionalNeed YouTextureSoftnessArchesI Need YouDark HairSaliva Author:Nick Cave
“Gather yourself by the sea shore and I will love you there. Assemble yourself with wild things, with songs of the sparrow and sea-foam. Let mad beauty collect itself in your eyes and it will shine - Calling me. For I long for a man with nests of wild things in his hair. A man who will Kiss the Flame.” MenLongEyeSongSeaLove YouHairCallingKissingMadShiningFlamesShoreLove YourselfNestsKiss MeSparrowsFoamWild Things Author:Jewel
“I love you more than anybody in the world... I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and dirty nails and squiggly paintings and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams.” WorldDreamFallMillionsLove YouPaintingHairLovelyVampireClockDirtyNailsGreatest LoveDizzyLove You MoreI Love You More Author:Dylan Thomas
“The craziest thing about fashion people in general, not just designers, is that it's always, "Oh my God, you lost weight! I love your hair!" Or "Oh, you're so tan!" Or, "You're so skinny! I love your shoes!" These are fashion icebreakers. Everyone's always looking at each other.” PeopleLostLove YouFashionHairWeightShoesDesignerSkinnyCraziest Author:Michael Kors
“Love yourself. Just love yourself. In fact, the love of the self cures every kind of problem you have with yourself. For instance, if someone calls you nappy-headed, it rolls right off your body, if you love nappy hair. Or if someone calls you buck-toothed or too black, that won't be a problem if you love being buck-toothed or black. If you love it, then so what. The development of self-love cures many of the ills that people suffer from.” PeopleIfsKindSelfFactsProblemBodySufferingBlackLove IsLove YouHairDevelopmentSelf LoveYour BodyCuresInstanceLove YourselfBucksJust Love YourselfNappies Author:Alice Walker
“I went through that stage every teenager goes through: Who am I? What am I? Where do I fit in? In my case I had to deal with newspapers saying I looked fat or tired or my hair was a mess. People always criticize: they either love you, or they don't. But you have to block that out and concentrate on the work. And I feel I am doing good work, and I'm finally getting to see who I really am.” PeopleFeelsDealsCasesStageLove YouHairFitTiredNewspapersFatsBlockMessTeenagerCriticizeGood WorkDoing Good Author:LeAnn Rimes
“True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.” LoveLifeHeartYoungWhiteLove IsEmotionLove YouHairPureEqualEternalInfiniteTrue LoveViolentInspirational LoveRomantic LoveDemonstrationTrue Love IsWhat Is LoveInfinite LoveMy True LoveTrue Love Is ForeverWhite HairWhat Is True Love Author:Honore de Balzac
“I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.” WantStillsBodyEyeAgeLastsFacesLeftLinesWhiteShareLove YouYouthTearsMinesHairRedRomanticSkinsMarkBreathsAgingSurpriseYour BodyTreasureYour FaceDelicateLost LoveFlashCriedRomantic LoveReplacedSmoothSoftnessRed HairStill Love YouAlways Love YouDelicate Life Author:Laurell K. Hamilton
“At That Moment, it seemed the whole world cared what happened to him. All those people were hugging him and petting his hair. Everybody asked if he was okay. It seemed that moment would last forever. That you had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.” PeopleIfsWorldWholeMomentsLastsForeverRiskHappenedLove YouHairOkayEdgesSavedWhole WorldThat MomentHug Author:Chuck Palahniuk
“You ready?" Evan asks, and he's looking at me, and I love his hair, I love his smile, I lo--"I Love You," I say, and as I watch his smile bloom I finally get how great those three little words are. I finally get what they really mean.” MeanLittlesThreeAsksWatchesLove YouReadyHairReally MeanHis Smile Author:Elizabeth Scott
“A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.” MomentsHomeBodyLightLove YouHairReturnShapesBlueFruitBonesYour BodyOpeningHeatMusclesHugFountainAcheBruisesInvertedTorso Author:Li-Young Lee
“I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.” IfsLooksEyeFacesSleepWhiteBehindsLaughingToo MuchSeeingBloodLove YouHairColdWingsShiningWarmTinyShouldersBrownYour FaceSunlightLook At MeMudFeathersSuspiciousBehind YouYour SmileCalculatingStreaming Author:James Patterson
“For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.” MindFirstsLittlesBodyEyeDarkLove YouStupidHairListeningEmptyLaysBreatheStealingWarmthHer EyesSighLove You So MuchI Love You So Much Book:J. D. Robb In Death Collection Source: J. D. Robb In Death Collection
“Leo smiled and stroked her hair. 'We'll both be fine, Marks. We've just begun our journey...and there's so much we have yet to do.' He spoke more softly as he heard her breathing turn even and steady. 'Rest against my heart. Let me watch over your dreams. And know that tomorrow morning, and every morning after that, you'll awaken next to someone who loves you.' 'Dodger?' she mumbled against his chest, and he grinned. 'No, your confounded ferret will have to stay in his basket. I was referring to myself.' 'Yes, I know.' Catherine slid her hand up to his cheek. 'Only you,' she said. 'Always you.” KnowsHeartSaidDreamHandsTurnsNextWatchesMorningHeardJourneyLove YouHairFineTomorrowMy HeartLet MeMarkBreathingYour DreamsSpokesChestsSteadyCheeksEvery MorningBasketsReferringHands UpDodgersMorning AfterTomorrow MorningFerrets Author:Lisa Kleypas
“Oh, dear." She let her head fall back to the pillow. "There it went. I've fallen in love with you now." "Just now?" Chuckling, he came to a sitting position, resting his forearm on one bent knee. "Well, thank God for belated blessings." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's been coming on rather longer than that for me." "What?" She sat bolt upright. "What can you mean? Since when?" "From the first, Amelia. From the very first.” FirstsWellsMeanHandsFallLove YouPositionHairBlessingSittingDearKneesRanFallenSatThank GodBentPillowBoltsFall BackAmeliaBelated Author:Tessa Dare
“They carried on sniping in the front seat, and Mae turned back to Jamie. "You doing okay?" she murmured. "Yes," said Jamie, a bit too earnestly. "I love you, Mae. Your hair is the color of flamingos! And I love Nick as well." He gazed soulfully in Nick's direction. "Sometimes when you are not being psychotic, you are quite funny. And you!" He regarded Seb for a long moment. "No, I still don't like you," he decided. "Maybe I need another drink." "I don't think so," Nick said.” ThinkingNeedsWellsLongSaidStillsSometimesMomentsBitsLove YouFrontsColorLike YouHairDrinkDecidedOkaySeatsPsychoticJamieMaeFlamingosSniping Book:The Demon's Covenant Source: The Demon's Covenant
“You're beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can't shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there's anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can't even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work.” KnowsWayFeelsLooksI CanSometimesHardEnoughBeautifulForgetLaughingLove YouFrontsHairConversationNosesAttachmentTouchingMaking LoveSeniorGod KnowsPatheticWrinklesLove MakingMake Me LaughShovelsYou Re BeautifulWanting YouWay I Love You Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips