Nora Ephron Quotes

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Falling in love as we know it is an addictive experience.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

Love and envy make a man pine, which other affections do not, because they are not so continual.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him.

Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.

Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'

It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.