Quotes About Romance

Personally, I think knees should be kept for the eight or ninth date, or the wedding day. As a nice surprise, you know? ' Oh, my darling, you have knees! I never would have thought!

Personally, I thin knees should be kept for the eight or ninth date, or the wedding day. As a nice surprise, you know? ' Oh, my darling, you have knees! I never would have thought!

The romance of the old West vanished so fast and so few ever did anything with it. Does it make you realize the importance of Art and how the main knowledge of history is through Art alone?

I have always loved you.

I've never stolen anything in my life, except maybe a couple hearts here and there.

I want to be your stranger across a crowded room.

It's becoming apparent that I like bad boys. That's one of my problems. They've all been bad boys. You're one too. You're a bad boy. But, I think you're a good bad boy.

Theirs was a forbidden love.

Romance," said Antony. "A con so crazy that by the time the bullet's in the chamber, you don't know if you've taken someone or you've been taken.

Lily lay back in Jake's arms looking at the timbered roof overhead, planks and beams smooth and worn, antiqued by a century of summers.

I told him of the queen's refusal to see me, and"- he hesitated, his cheeks coloring slightly- "about the beautiful maiden I met in the castle gardens." "You did?" she asked, unsure why she was so taken with the fact that he'd mentioned her. "Yes," Henri smiled shyly. "Oh, brother," she heard Grumpy mumble.

His mouth was soft and fit mine like my favorite pair of Dolce & Gabbana leather gloves that I scored at TJ Maxx.

All that mattered was reaching Anna. Anna, with her bright smile, bubbly enthusiasm, big eyes, and need to fill every moment with chatter. Anna, with her feisty nature and strong will that had saved him from the wolves... and cost him his sleigh. Anna, who was willing to risk her life to save her village and help a princess she didn't think she knew. Leave it to him to wait till now to realize he was falling for her.

Happily Ever After Scrolls

Men are so cheap these days. Whatever happened to guys bringing women chocolates or flowers? I've reached the point where the grim reaper could show up at my door and I'd be like, "Oh my God, you brought me a scythe. That's so sweet!"

Michael," I said between kisses, "if I were to become like you, do you think . . . that is, we seem to have this . . . thing." We seem to have this thing? Gods, what was wrong with me?

He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers before his dark head came down and he drummed his tongue lightly over the taut flesh. She dipped her head back with a throaty, "Yes." Her womb contracted as he suckled while one hand crept slowly, purposefully, under her gown and up her smooth leg. A trail of fire and need was left in its wake.

Oh! it is better to live on the sea and let other men raise your crops and cook your meals. A house smells of smoke, a ship smells of frolic. From a house you see a sooty roof, from a ship you see Valhalla.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

It was pretty amazing. I wasn't thinking about anything but how good it felt to be kissed and touched by you. You totally ruined boring sex for me.

This was the Hart Eleanor had known years ago, the one she'd agreed without hesitation to marry. He'd had the body of a god, a smile that melted her heart, a sinful glint in his eyes that had been just for her and her alone.

You are very cross tonight, Hart. Perhaps the lady disappointed you." Hart stared at her over the glass he'd started to raise. "What lady?" "The one whose perfume you positively reak of." His brows went up."You mean the Countess von Hohenstahlen? She's eighty-two and drenches herself in scents that would make a tart blush. "Oh.

she liked to laugh that a young widow who'd just come into a good fortune must be, to misquote Jane Austen, in want of a husband.

I don't want to be friends with you, Ainsley Douglas. I want to be your lover. I want to bury myself inside you, I want to find out whether you taste as good all the way down, I want to feel you squeezing me, and I want to hear your cries as you take me inside you.