I Can Feel The Heat Quotes

#1. Even now I can feel the heat from your palm as you cupped the back of my head and pulled my lips those last few inches, how you opened your body and begged me with your soul.

Brandon Shire

#2. I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves.

William S. Burroughs

#3. As I pass by him, I feel a crackle of tension between us. A slow heat begins its way into my cheeks, mirroring the flush in Grey's, and I realize that I hadn't been the only one acutely aware of his nakedness in the shower.

Carrie Ryan

#4. I can feel the draw, her body calling to mine as animals do in heat. I'd fuck her like an animal; raw, hot, and fucking hard.

Amelia Hutchins

#5. No one can improve on nature's landscapes. I feel I've hit the mark when I've captured a balance between mood, look, and feel ... when viewers say they sense the desert heat, or the chill of a mountain snowfall.

Matt Smith

#6. The body seems to feel beauty when exposed to it as it feels the campfire or sunshine, entering not by the eyes alone, but equally through all one's flesh like radiant heat, making a passionate ecstatic pleasure glow not explainable.

John Muir

#7. I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness. I want valenties and cupids and all of that crap. I WANT IT ALL

Barbra Streisand

#8. The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage.

William Goldman

#9. His eyes hold mine and the depth of power and heat I find there are as limitless as what he makes me feel.

Lisa Renee Jones

#10. Liquid heat blasts into me and I can feel it all the way to my navel, feeling him so deep inside me it's almost like he's poking at my heart. He

Gemma Rice

#11. Dearest Cecilia, You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat.

Ian McEwan

#12. The power of the dark side. The heat of passion and emotion. I can feel it in you, as well. Burning beneath the surface. Burning like your anger. It makes you strong.

Drew Karpyshyn

#13. I can feel my face growing warm, and I hope I'm not flushing in my terror. The feeling of helplessness and fear hits me hard, and once my mind validates the emotion, the physical fear of being maimed and eaten hits my skin as goose bumps in the heat.

Lindsay Anderson

#14. I want people to feel the heat while they walk down the street and they're just kickin' it.

Missy Elliott

#15. She banged her knuckles until they ached to get the attention of the living flesh behind the glass, and would have smashed her fist through the window just to touch him, feel his heat, the only thing that could protect her from a smothering death of dry roses.

Toni Morrison

#16. People outdoors here just scuttle in vectors from air conditioning to air conditioning. The sun is a hammer. I can feel one side of my face start to cook. The blue sky is glossy and fat with heat, a few thin cirri sheared to blown strands like hair at the rims.

David Foster Wallace

#17. You know," he said, his voice making me feel cold in spite of the heat, "this city can get ahold of you and pull you back no matter how hard you try to climb out. Like a grave.

Neal Shusterman

#18. You feel it too, don't you?" "Feel?" "The heat between us," he clarified, and grinned as she shook her head unconvincingly. "I-I can't get involved," she said brokenly. "Why?" "It's my business, Jeb." "I'll make it mine.

Lietha Wards

#19. You can do this." I feel him take a step toward me, his heat filling the room in a way that makes my skin prickle. But I don't look up. I won't.

Victoria Aveyard

#20. The Internet is global and seemingly omniscient, while iPods and phones are all microscopic workings encased in plastic blobjects. Compare that to a steam engine, where you can watch the pistons move and feel the heat of its boilers. I think we miss that visceral appeal of the machine.

Scott Westerfeld

#21. Baby don't wake me, let me take you on an endless journey. We touch and the softest kiss explodes with lust. It's real and you can't deny the heat you feel. And if I die before I wake, baby that's all right.

Steve Vai

#22. Here are poems from a new generation of writers who honor the magnetic fields of the real; who feel and think with full and open-eyed passion; who focus heat as the magnifying glass focuses sun: until the paper catches. Read them.

Jane Hirshfield