“The art of sensuality encompassing the exploration and experiencing of all our senses... Those images are being born from
and through living the moments of eating favorite chocolate cake with ice-cream, tranquil meditating, walking the beach and
feeling the warm breeze on your face and the soothing sand beneath your feet, watching a never repeating its symphony
sunset, dancing and feeling your body move through space, smelling flowers in a garden, painting or working with clay, with
your fingertips gently touching piano keys or pulling the tense strings of guitar, caressing your ears with the whispers of
one's soul, diving into the depth of loving you eyes, and, joining in a passionate kiss of life...the life of the
artist...”
― Oksana Rus
“She had to lift both hands to illustrate what she meant, but he just let her carry his hand with her, not about to let go.
She pushed the free hand toward the one he held, apparently trying to gesture closeness. "Warm," she said again. And then
she did something that undid him to the last faint whisper of his soul: she gave his hand a squeeze with fingertips that
could just barely reach around his, apparently using him to indicate what she wanted to say. He meant warmth. He meant this
word she couldn't find.”
― Laura Florand
“I don’t have any chocolate bars right now.”
She pressed her lips together as she placed two small fingers at the bridge of her nose and shook her head as though she
had lost all hope for him. Finally, she sighed as though more than put out. Her eyes were twinkling, though, the shadows of
fear easing.
“I’ll take you on your word then,” she sighed. “But you really should stock up on chocolate bars. It’s more precious than
gold when dealing with kids, ya know.”
― Lora Leigh
“I can't understand people who don't like chocolate. I was once going out with a
guy, this guy Robert I was telling you about, and I was never really
comfortable with him, but I couldn't work out why. Then one day it all became
clear: he didn't like chocolate. I mean he didn't just not love it, this guy
actually hated it. You could have put a bar in front of him and he wouldn't
have touched it. That kind of thinking is so far removed from anything I can
relate to, you know. Well, after that, you can imagine, it was clear we had to
break up.”
― Alain de Botton
“... and holy hell the chocolate is so intense and pure it should be named an element and given a spot on the periodic
table. It would be Ch, which isn't even taken.”
― Laini Taylor
“Para que a dor não mate se inventou o chocolate.”
― Alice Vieira
“... something very unusual, a chocolate-flavoured log of goats’ cheese. “Made by lesbians in Wales,” Sam had explained
superfluously.”
― Philip Hensher
“I had a dream about you. Your skin was sandpaper and your armpits were hollow, filled with dark chocolate and prunes. You
offered me coffee and when I said no you handed me black coffee with a note that read "12 reasons not to drink coffee". I
knew we would get along.”
― Melody Sohayegh
“The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward
dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.”
― Rachel Cohn
“War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.”
― Anthony Doerr
“If some confectioners were willing
To let the shape announce the filling,
We'd encounter fewer assorted chocs,
Bitten into and returned to the box.”
― Ogden Nash
“Coffee and chocolate—the inventor of mocha should be sainted.”
― Cherise Sinclair
“A little chocolate a day keeps the doctor at bay”
― Marcia Carrington
“Wanna be always Happy? Always carry some chocolate with you ;)”
― Pablo
