Quotes About Romance

This boy who made her feel like she was twenty again. Made her feel ridiculous, yes, idiotic. Made her feel crazy and awkward and wild.

People often ask why I write romance. It's because I believe in heroes and heroines who, after fighting their way through often-formidable obstacles, are rewarded with a happy ending. When the story's over, their future is just beginning and I really like that idea.

He smiled, a lazy curve of full lips that reminded her keenly of how those sensual lips had felt moving against hers. He leaned toward her, his voice meant for her ears alone. "Because your family and guests would be quite distressed to discover you had deceived them into believing you were married.

Cine sus?ine c? nu exist? dragoste, n-a fost niciodat? îndr?gostit

You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're almost mine.

Romantisme itu cuma metafora, dan metafora adalah saput yang melapisi inti kebenaran.

Eva, stop,' he moaned. 'A kiss from me could kill you...' 'Then it would be a good death,' I breathed, taking his face in my hands. And when our lips met, I knew that wherever this love took me, it was a place I wanted to go.

Have you ever been kissed?" he asked. Arms coming uncrossed, she stepped back. "What?" "Have you ever been kissed?" "That's, that's none of your business.

Tipping her head back, he bracketed her face. "Death and the deuce, but I love you, Billy girl." He kissed her again. She pressed herself against him. Neither noticed the rain, only the storm that brewed inside them.

She shoved open his shirt, then wrenched his undershirt from his trousers and scrunched it up to his armpits with a quick strokes. Lips parting, she swept her gaze from his torso to his eyes. Jaw clamped against the spasm, he managed a wink. "Not bad for a dying man, huh?

The course of true love never did run smooth.

You are so beautiful in that little black dress." "Every girl should own a little black dress" "Every boy should see his girl in one.

There is no born lover, there is no born Don Juan, for we are all lovers.

Richard still calls me "darling" in a heart-melting way. He tells me I'm brave to fall in love again and urges me on in my writing as he always does.

And one single thing about all this: We were both seventy-two and age meant nothing. We were getting as loopy, as obsessed with each other as anyone falling under the spell of romance.

Should I get married? Should I be good? Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood? —GREGORY CORSO, "Marriage

Maybe you should say something to her, man. Like what? You know what. Like, 'Gosh, best buddy, I've fallen in love with you, and I know you don't feel the same way, but will you put your life on hold for me until my tour's up?' Something like that, you mean? You might want to soften it up a little, but yeah.

His hat nudged her forehead, tipping back as he deepened the kiss and drew her closer. His jaw was rough against her palm, and she savored the feel of it before slipping her fingers through the soft waves at his nape and straight up through the back of his hair. His hat hit the ground. "Abby . . ." he whispered. It was a plea, and she gladly answered it with her mouth. She loved the raspy drawl of her shortened name on his lips.

What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. "I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember

Beckett tipped her chin up, a smile tipping his lips after he'd scrutinized her face. "You were talking about me." Her face warmed, and she was thankful for the dark. "Maybe." "What did she say?" "I'll never tell." "I'll kiss it out of you." "Go ahead and try.

Fog plumed in front of his face with each breath, and his blue eyes sparkled under the lighting. A fat flake landed on his eyelashes. Layla unconsciously reached out and wiped it away with her gloved thumb. The look in his eyes shifted. She couldn't break away from his gaze. His hand tightened around hers. Suddenly she felt warm. Too many layers. She needed to ditch the scarf. Maybe the coat. What was wrong with her?

Her thoughts flashed back to earlier this morning, when he'd pulled her into the darkness of the back staircase and kissed her socks off. Even now her heart fluttered like butterfly wings. Meridith

She heard Jake greeting Noelle, heard a bag rattle as he set it on the island, felt his breath on her neck. "Hello, beautiful." "Shhhh." He kissed her neck, then turned to empty the contents of his bag just in time for Noelle's entry. Meridith unwrapped the salad. "Did they have everything you need?" she asked Jake. He caught her eye. "Almost," he said, winking. Meridith's

Know what you do to me, city girl?" The question seemed to ease her mind. The corner of her lips curled up. "Good to know.