Ann > Ann's Quotes

“So tonight I'm, pursuing more commercial joys around the bedpost. And I plan to get drunk as a skunk.”
― Valerie Sherwood, These Golden Pleasures

“He almost thought that if he held her, touched his mouth to hers, took in the breath as it left her body, he would feel it too, would begin to breathe again, feel again.”
― Liz Fielding, The Sheikh's Guarded Heart

“For a women to wear the clothes that a man had bought her was to feel his touch with every waking moment. For a man to hear the whisper of cloth as walked, was to feel her response to him, the throb of her pulse as it intensified, the silky heat between her thighs as waited for him to unwrap her.”
― Liz Fielding, The Sheikh's Guarded Heart

“Think of opening your legs to my kiss, Anna," he commanded, watching how desire burned her and made her tremble, devouring her need. "Think of my tongue, my mouth, think how the heat will stir you, make you need what only I give you. How you will cry out, and beg for more.”
― Alexandra Sellers, Sheikh's Woman

“I tell him of damnation, but I doubt he fears anything but the darkness in his own mind.”
― Teresa Denys, The Silver Devil

“In the desert we first make sure that a woman longs for the kiss, and then we kiss her without asking.”
― Alexandra Sellers, Sheikh's Honor

“I declare
That later on,
Even in an age unlike our own,
Someone will remember who we are.”
― Sappho, Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments

“Those fierce animal passions of his were his masters, not his slaves, and he was as much their victim as those he punished when he was in their grip. And despite what he had done to me tonight, I knew that his desire was real. Even if all his need was for a living body and arms to hold him, it was still a bitter desperate need.”
― Teresa Denys, The Silver Devil

“Now I had new fears; not of him but of myself and of the drugging rule my body could exert over my mind.
...I was lost to hungers I had not known I possessed.”
― Teresa Denys, The Silver Devil

“The only way to keep something pure is to keep it to yourself.”
― Kelly Braffet, Josie and Jack

“I'll wager that in ten years it will be fashionable again to be a virgin.”
― Barbara Cartland

“She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her. But if she yielded to the unreasoned impulse of her love at this moment and flung herself into his arms in contrite tears, she would never come so close again to the citadel in his soul that he let no one approach unscathed.”
― Teresa Denys, The Flesh and the Devil

“Sometimes I get tired of trying to convince him that I love him and shall love him for ever. He pounces on my words like a barrister and twists them. I know he is afraid of that desert which would be around him if our love were to end, but he can’t realize that I feel exactly the same. What he says aloud, I say to myself silently and write it here.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“As long as one suffers one lives.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“If two people loved, they slept together; it was a mathematical formula, tested and proved by human experience.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard of course she could not love me at all.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.

'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.”
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

“For one's native place is the shell of one's soul, and one's church is the kernel of that nut.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“A great ruff brushed his firm jaw; his supple prowl had become a conscious elegance, as though he had put on majesty as a whore puts on paint, as a mask and as a weapon.”
― Teresa Denys, The Silver Devil

“Then, with sensation of plunging into an unknown sea, I moved to lay my lips on his, unurged, uninvited, kissing him for the first time entirely of my own will.”
― Teresa Denys, The Silver Devil

“Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.”
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

“Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'

'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.

'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'

'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

“I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.”
― Francesco Petrarca, Canzoniere: Selected Poems

“I love three things, I then say. I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth.

And which do you love best?

The dream.”
― Knut Hamsun, Pan

“The heart, after all, was nothing more than a muscle.”
― Liz Fielding, The Sheikh's Guarded Heart