Chest Love Quotes

#1. She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

Kristan Higgins

#2. What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?
~ulquiorra

Tite Kubo

#3. If the scrapes were on the front of our knees, she would put our dirty feet in the middle of her chest to clean the wounds, and we could feel her heart beating, strong as the thud of the ground when we walked, through our soles.

Jesmyn Ward

#4. Just at that moment she glanced towards him and saw him smiling at her, his eyes lingering on her with warmth and an indefinable something else. Her heart caught in her chest

Emily Arden

#5. Why can't you understand that I love you so much, that not being able to touch you hurts? I can't stand the fact that I can't get into your thoughts. Haventon is gone to you, but it's also gone to me. I miss it so much. It feels like my heart's been ripped out from my chest.

Jordan Deen

#6. It's like we made promises last night, and you're not sure you can keep them." "Yeah," Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale's chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll find a way. I'm not a fan of letting go.

Amy Lane

#7. She placed her hand on her chest and thought, 'So this is what the poets write about'.

Kamand Kojouri

#8. I probably won't be able to look forward to summer for a long time. My chest will hurt. My tears will be overflowing. But this warmth in my hands and these summer memories will live on in my heart.

Yuki Midorikawa

#9. I love you," I whisper to this sleeping man. "Thank you for finding me." He surprises me by rolling to face me and drawing me against his chest. "I love you too.

Lexi Ryan

#10. I think that first love defines you and your relationships, for the rest of your life. I had a great first love. My heart was ripped out of my chest, but I think that happens to everyone.

Alex Pettyfer

#11. Every "I hate you" that echoed from her chest was followed by an "I love you" from his lips. Every time she begged him to let go, he told her he would be there forever.

J.M. Darhower

#12. If I'm yelling at you, you know I love you. Because I want your chest to keep going up and down, whether you're my daughter or my mother. Or whether I'm your daughter or your mother. It's all the same emotion, which is worry. Or love!

Lisa Scottoline

#13. Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.
The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.

Haruki Murakami

#14. I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man's chest.

Kristen Hope Mazzola

#15. I'll always be here waiting for you, he said, touching my chest with his fingertips, drawing a shape of a heart.

Karice Bolton

#16. You come to me three, four months ago, knowing it, and I might have said you're right. God meant me to not love anyone. Be a rock. Don't be touched by no one. But now I've been touched, in here." I tapped my chest. "There is no fear in love, but love casteth out fear.

James Buchanan

#17. I love that feeling, when music rumbles in your chest and soaks all the way through, like it's a part of you.

Jenny B. Jones

#18. She turned towards me, put her fingertips against my chest. She was enjoying it somewhat, too, the little betrayal of Mark's memory. She still loved him, differently; now and again there must be these retrospective cruelties, to consolidate her newness, to let her not love him in the old way.

Glen Duncan

#19. Nobody can just get from there to accepting a person's love in just an instant. She needed time to let that love cleanse her. I held my arms open to her, waiting for her to wind down. She walked into them and sobbed against my chest.

Andrew Jonathan Fine

#20. You are brave and loyal and true. You have such a good heart." He held my hand close to his chest and covered it with his other hand. "It is only afraid. But I would take such good care of it, love, if you would give it to me.

Julianne Donaldson

#21. It was such a strange tormenting feeling when your daemon was pulling at the link between you; part physical pain deep in the chest, part intense sadness and love. Everyone tested it when they were growing up: seeing how far they could pull apart, coming back with intense relief.

Philip Pullman

#22. Don't unzip your chest to show all your scars,
hold it tight with love and let them bloom like flowers.

Debasish Mridha

#23. Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.

Rumi

#24. Lost and Found
A sunken chest,
on the ocean ground,
to never be found
was where he found me.
There he stirred,
my every thought,
my every word,
so gently, so profoundly.
Now I am kept,
from dreams I dreamt,
when once I slept,
so soundly.

Lang Leav

#25. My chest aches, but not with fear or sadness. With hope. With love. I love her. I love her, and it is better than anything else I can remember. You found me.

Stacey Jay

#26. But now he held her. He forgot to worry as much about waking her up. She turned her body to his, eyes closed, and curled herself around him. She pressed her cheek to her chest, and he felt the tickle of her hair in his neck and under his nose. Trust and love went together.

Ann Brashares

#27. My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

Meredith T. Taylor

#28. My heart is burning a hole in my chest and every time you speak to me, it keeps sinking, and I'm left with nothing but ashes. I wish she were talking to me, because the more she speaks to me, the more my heart flutters like a rising phoenix.
-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz

Karen Quan

#29. Fix your awareness gently on the center of your chest. Try to feel love.

Frederick Lenz

#30. The scar on my chest, the beating of my heart, and the mountains that fostered my appreciation for the cold, hard, natural world - these were the few things that mattered.

Daniel Wallock

#31. He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.

Rebecca Berto

#32. He imagined them sitting somewhere, just enjoying each other's company, her head on his chest, his arm around her. And he realized how desperately lonely he had become.

Tim LaHaye

#33. He treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#34. I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."
Then I plunged the stake into his chest.

Richelle Mead

#35. Southern gentleman," he said aside to him in Arabic. "Do you wish for me to continue this for you?"
Caine's temper shifted to a low simmer in his chest. "Your way takes too long."
"Ma'aleyk, and your way hurts my ears," he argued.

V.S. Carnes

#36. Then she sighed. Just the faintest, softest release of breath. The sound swept through his chest like a hurricane, with the force to topple trees.

Tessa Dare

#37. You all set?" he asked, tossing me a pair of sunglasses.
"Wow, nice." I felt the frame, rubbing my finger over the lenses to wipe away a smudge. "Not bad, Phoenix."
"Twinkies." He slid his pair on and adjusted the gun across his chest. "Told you. Breakfast of champions."
- Skylla and Jet

Rachael Wade

#38. My head got so heavy, it sank down into my chest. So say whatever it is you think you've got to say, St. John. That you're not in love with me. That you need to be alone. Say it. I'm not going to like it, no, I won't like it at all. But I'll be all right.

Helen Oyeyemi

#39. And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.

James Dashner

#40. I could feel his hand on my waist, his arms around me, feel the rise and fall of his chest next to mine as I held my breath, and wished the sun would drop out of the sky.

Kenneth Logan

#41. She smiles when she sees me. That's it. All she did just now was smile, but all of a sudden, my chest is on fire, and it feels as if a wave of heat just rolled down the entire length of my body. I recognize this feeling, and it's not good.

Colleen Hoover

#42. What do you say when you feel your life is taken right from your chest, even though I miraculously find myself still breathing?

Jason F. Wright

#43. I fall asleep with the sound of her voice echoing in my head, and a feeling in my chest like someone is scooping my heart out with a spoon.

Melissa Keil

#44. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,

Rumi

#45. I freeze when I come face to face with a naked man's chest. Why does this keep happening to me? Trying to keep my eyes averted from his very naked lower regions, I look up.

Dannielle Wicks

#46. I took a deep breath. I felt the scald of tears at the corners of my eyes, and my vision became misty
There was a lump in my throat - a choke of emotion - and my heart was racing so that it felt it might burst through my chest. "I love you," I said

Jason Luke

#47. Ash brushed the hair from my neck and leaned close to my ear, his voice so soft not even Grimalkin could've heard it. "I love you," he murmured, and my heart nearly burst out of my chest. "Whatever happens, we're together now.
Always.

Julie Kagawa

#48. I have a dress-up chest at home. I love to create this fantasy kind of thing.

Kate Moss

#49. If you think I'm going to cry all over your chest because you don't feel the same way, you're wrong. I don't beg for anybody's love.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#50. A tightness in my chest came out of nowhere. As I listened to Amanda reassure my brother, I wanted to pull her into my arms and cry. How damn crazy was that? This girl was making me a nutcase.

Abbi Glines

#51. I looked at Ash over the table; his silver gaze met mine, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. I was in a faery tale, wasn't I? I was playing my part in the story, the human girl who had fallen in love with a faery prince.

Julie Kagawa

#52. I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

Jenim Dibie

#53. I wonder if this love will crack open my chest and split me in half. It's scary, this love.

Amy Poehler

#54. Maybe love is something we're meant to say casually and not regard as a prize from a treasure chest that a person earns.

Jen Glantz

#55. My love for math eventually became a passion. I went to math camp when I was fourteen and came home clutching a Rubik's Cube to my chest. Math provided a neat refuge from the messiness of the real world. It marched forward, its field of knowledge expanding relentlessly, proof by proof. And

Cathy O'Neil

#56. His eyes were closed, waiting. I tilted my head, slowly taking in every detail of his face.
And suddenly, something remarkable happened, like a switch turned on deep inside my chest. Instead of wanting to make out, to have a summer fling ... I wanted to fall in love.

Ophelia London

#57. Stop. Stop that. Tell me what happened to you." She gently ran her fingers down the length of his chest.
Blake shook his head. "My life outside of this train station won't touch you." His green eyes swam with pain and determination.

Debra Anastasia

#58. The thought crossed my mind that this could be dangerous. Not the ill-advised sex with the just-out-of-his-teens pop star, but the cuddling. The lying there, drinking in his scent, watching his chest rise and fall, allowing myself to bask in my own happiness. I could fall in love this way.

Robinne Lee

#59. If you're truly friends, then you don't just offer a little whisp of your love. You unzip your chest, reach in and pull your heart out and says, "It's all yours - please keep it beating.

Toni Sorenson

#60. She merely pushed at his chest in utter frustration. He took a step back, just so she'd feel like she'd gained some ground. Now if that wasn't love, he'd cut out his own tongue.

Kerrigan Byrne

#61. I love my boys so much I fear my heart will explode. I wonder if this love will crack open my chest and split me in half. It is scary, this love.

Amy Poehler

#62. We fall asleep as close as ears of wheat: chest to back, fingers entwined. I kiss the skin at the nape of her neck, soft like rabbit fur. I dream of nothing.

Kirsty Logan

#63. I wonder why when I told him that my chest still ached even though I had finally told him how I felt, he said, "So you finally realize how I've felt these past three years?" and laughed.

Kou Yoneda

#64. Maybe it was our shared trauma, or maybe it was a combination of things, but I felt warmth emenate from my heart and spread throughout my chest.

Theresa Braun

#65. He was living, breathing poetry. Not love poetry, but the poetry which tears out your heart, rips it to shreds, pushes it back into your chest, and makes you question what the hell just obliterated your soul.

Tillie Cole

#66. I don't deserve your love, Eden. You have my heart, but yours should remain in your chest. Save it for a better man. Save it for someone who's worth it." His eyes shimmered as tears threatened to spill over. "You need to leave me."
"No," I told him, grabbing his face. "I need to love you.

Karina Halle

#67. She touched something deep in his soul. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but the thought of hurting her made his chest ache.

Jodie B. Cooper

#68. I love you. You are my heart beating
outside of my chest.

J.R. Ward

#69. As soon as my lips touched hers, something happened... My chest tightened so much that it hurt, and I almost couldn't breathe. - Mako Delmar

Heidi Peltier

#70. She has her fingers curled tightly around his forefinger and I have hold of her perfect pink foot, and I feel as though fireworks are going off in my chest. It's impossible, this much love.

Paula Hawkins

#71. His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

N.R. Walker

#72. I wish you wouldn't have given the sundial bracelet to Terease"

"Why?" I question and press my head onto his chest, pushing my arms back into his open jacket and around his back.

"If I had it to lead me to my deepest desire, I know it would always be a direct path to you.

Michelle Warren

#73. Lifting his head to set his chin in the middle of her chest, Gage looked her in the eyes and murmured back, "Because you make me want to be more man than animal. You make me want to live and love deeply enough for one lifetime rather than live hundreds of lifetimes without you." - Gage

Jessie Lane

#74. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.

Leslie Marmon Silko

#75. ... it was strange how afraid he was of her answer, even though he knew she desired him. Desire and love were two different things.
Sweat was damp on his skin, fear tight in his chest.
Love me.

Emily Gee

#76. Your thigh? Your shoulder? Is there any part of you that hasn't been hurt yet?"
He seemed to be contemplating my question for a moment and then he nodded. He tapped his chest. "Yeah, my heart." He looked over at me. "But its feeling mighty vulnerable these days, so who knows.

Tess Oliver

#77. Every "I hate you" echoing from her chest was followed by an "I love you" from his lips. Every time she begged him to let go, he told her he would be there forever. His hold was strong, his arms familiar, but it did nothing to take away her pain.

J.M. Darhower

#78. It's more difficult to write a song about having your heart ripped out of your chest while you're in love. Because it lacks honesty. And the honesty comes through in the music, it really does.

Chad Kroeger

#79. Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers.

John Steinbeck

#80. Kellie took in a deep breath before going on. "Tristan, I don't want to lose you, but I think underneath," she placed her hand on my chest, over my heart, "I think you're in love with her.

Angela McPherson

#81. I love you, she said, and I knew she meant it because she spoke the words from the heart at the center of her chest. This, at least, had not been left behind at the hospital.

Augusten Burroughs

#82. I wanted to stay here forever, held tight to his chest, his fingers stroking my hair, his heart beating against my ear: you're-safe, trust-me, love-you. Love. Did I want him to love me? Yes. I wanted someone to love me.

C.J. Roberts

#83. I love silent conversations accompanied by a soft caress on my skin and my head on your chest listening to your heart desires.

Nomthandazo Tsembeni

#84. I never stopped missing you. I never stopped needing you. There was a constant ache in my chest for you. I tried to convince myself it was anger, but it was love. And no one could fix it. You're the only one who can fix it.

Victoria Denault

#85. I am so proud of you, Flame," she whispered, and I felt my chest get tight again. "Just when I believe I could not love you even more, you go and prove me wrong." "I love you too," I said and kissed her head.

Tillie Cole

#86. But she went and fetched some marigolds from her own little garden, and put them in a vase on the chest of drawers, for she knew there was lots of room for love, even if there was not much for great-aunties.

Joyce Lankester Brisley

#87. She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.

A.B. Shepherd

#88. You're insane," I told him, and stood up to dress.
He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, "Insane for you, my love.

R.K. Lilley

#89. He could not have explained the intensity of his attraction to {her}, that blissful ache that welled up in his chest at the sight of her barefooting across the dock, the feeling a distant cousin of nostalgia, as if he'd already won and loved and lost her.

Michael Knight

#90. My heart went into my throat. I leaned back against Luke, his arm moved to wrap around my chest and we watched two people we both cared a lot about. They were in love, they were healed and most of all, they were outrageously happy.

Kristen Ashley

#91. Have you ever loved someone so much, you felt like your heart was going to just beat right out of your chest?

Crissi Langwell

#92. Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

Veronica Roth

#93. Best of all, she had Park's songs in her head - and in her chest, somehow.

Rainbow Rowell

#94. I love you. Not your body, not your face." I hold her hand to my chest. "As you are. As you will be.

Jordan Locke

#95. I will never get to tell him I love him, even if my love was never enough. The empty ache grows and throbs in my chest. It's a living and breathing thing inside me. Sucking the air from my lungs, and the warmth from my body. The ache and pain leaves me hollow and cold.

Ashley Jeffery

#96. I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

Lauren Oliver

#97. My heart ... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

Neil Gaiman

#98. Because I love you." Saying the words released the pressure around her chest. She'd never said those words to a man before. Not even Sam. She'd loved

Katie Reus

#99. Love is here." Chamuel pointed to her chest. "If you can't feel it, Lilly, that's on you.

Ellie Elisabeth

#100. In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Jalaluddin Rumi