Quotes About Romance

And I would never, ever have that euphoric, all-consuming love that had wrapped around me every moment I was with Sydney, that feeling of love that constantly made me think, Yes, this is what it means to be alive.

When the vows were said and the rings were on, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife. I drew Sydney to me and kissed her, full of love and life and the happiness of what we had in store for us.

Love Fades, mine has" - Dimitri Belikov

She managed to look like a perfect, pissed-off Alchemist. Now I wanted to kiss her more than ever.

With Adrian, every touch . . . every action between us . . . well, it was all enhanced by our love. How did people have sex without that? That was a question I had no interest in exploring.

Instead, he caught hold of my hands and leaned toward me. "You," he said breathlessly. "Are amazing. Absolutely, positively, exquisitely amazing." And then he kissed me.

I turned back to Adrian, wanting to melt away with happiness as I looked up into his eyes.

What happend to that Moroi boy you had in tow last time?" "Oh, he's over there," I said, flushing slightly. "I ,uh, married him

We'd get one precious hour of making out or talking—usually making out, made more frantic by the pressure bearing down on us—and

I'd said it before and meant it.Alive or undead,the love of my life was a bad ass.

glamorous Italian supermodels being wooed by American farm boys

High heels were invented by a woman who had once been kissed on the forehead.

That's all I think I ever wanted, to go my own way and maybe find some love here and there.

In the face of her beauty My rhythm shudders And I am no longer a poet But just another woman in love.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.

The romance, alas, waned and withered but the quiche lived on.

Anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly.

Romantic love always consists in the projection of the soul-image. When a woman falls in love it is animus that she sees projected onto the mortal man before her. When a man drinks of the love potion, it is anima, his soul, that he sees superimposed on a woman.

We haven't evolved much further in our own century. Our religion is romance: We locate the divine world in physical people—the people with whom we fall in love.

And of course, this is the traditional theme in romantic poetry. I'm very science oriented in many ways. So much so that a lot of people who hate science dislike my books because they dislike the scientific emphasis. But, at the same time I am science oriented, I don't reject other modes of knowledge. When I find something repeated over and over, my thought is, if enough people have thought this over for many centuries, it's worth looking at no matter how wild it sounds.

How do you get free of the damnable books of Romance when everybody else is still living in them?

There is excitement in a new kiss, but there is a quality of memory and intimacy in kissing someone you've kissed often before. I

Sandy's face was very close to mine in the crowded room. She had a wide mouth and a lot of teeth. She had turned in her seat so that she had one thigh on each side of my leg. Her chest was against my arm. In another minute we wouldn't have to go anywhere to have sex.

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks.