Quotes About Chemistry

I've always said, 'If you need Viagra, you're probably with the wrong girl.'

I think every single girl has something different and special about her. You find one who clicks with your vibe.

In string theory, all particles are vibrations on a tiny rubber band; physics is the harmonies on the string; chemistry is the melodies we play on vibrating strings; the universe is a symphony of strings, and the 'Mind of God' is cosmic music resonating in 11-dimensional hyperspace.

Actually, you have to be a little bit in love with your leading man and vice versa. If you're going to portray love, you have to feel it. You can't do it any other way. But you don't carry it beyond the set.

You can learn a lot from somebody's video bio: if you're not going to gel with the actor or a crew.

Sweetheart." He let out a serrated breath. "You tempt me just by being in the same room with me.

I had never felt the allure of another human being this strongly, warmth and curiosity mixing to form an unspoken question in the air.

Fact #34 Kissing is like one of those electrical experiments in which one makes a fascinating new discovery but is fried like a mutton-chop in the process. Still

It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them…not as if they had met before…but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.

The feelings he aroused in her were like a complete realignment of her being, right down to the molecular level.

The fermionic nature of most fundamental particles determines many properties of the matter around us. The Pauli exclusion principle, in particular, states that two fermions of the same type will never be found in the same place. The exclusion principle is what gives the atom the structure upon which chemistry is based.

I have that sense of connection with her.

The two men's gazes lock and I am suddenly swimming in a pool of testosterone, in need of a life raft.

Something I've wanted to call you for a very long time." "You Tarzan, me Jane?" she asked, teasing him.

Apparently there's a right and wrong answer in chemistry, whereas in psychology, you can say whatever you want as long as you write five pages

The psychology degree comes from the fact that I was a chemistry major and they kept wanting the correct answer, whereas in psychology you basically write whatever you want, and chances are you get a B.

Romance is strange in this way. It's an attraction that can't be analyzed rationally with any sense of honesty. You either fall for a guy, or you don't. This is why people always say that love is based on chemistry and sparks flying. After all, "love at first sight" happens a lot, and you don't know a person when you first see him.

down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

It's the kissing! The stupid kissing! It's like he kissed all the vital brain cells right out of my head!

She closed her eyes. "Okay, here's the thing. We have some chemistry," she allowed. "Some? Or supernova?" "Supernova. But," she said to his knowing grin. Good Lord, he needed to stop doing that. "I really did give up men." "Forever?" "My gut says yes, but that might be PMS talking. Let's just say I'm giving up men for a very long time." "You going to try out women?

Why do we always fight?" she whispered. "You know why." Yeah, she did. "It's science." "Combustible chemistry," he agreed. "Dangerous.

Matt? Yeah? You okay? Working on it. His voice sounded unusually tight. I thought you said you did this a lot. Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. It's just panties, she finally whispered. And they're really great panties, Matt agreed. But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.

Look," she said, "apparently you bring out my inner slut. I'm not going to thank you for that." Wyatt smiled that sexy smile of his. "I could make you." She pointed a finger at his nose. And then lowered it so it was pointed at another part of his anatomy entirely. "Don't even think about it." "Oh, I won't," he said silkily. "But you will." And she knew he was right.