Quotes About Romance

I don't have this fantasy about marriage anymore. Everyone says it takes hard work. Well, it kind of does - and I'm much more pragmatic about romance than I used to be.

In fact, her whole life, she'd done her absolute best to do the right thing. It was wonderful to be wildly, romantically in love at sixteen. But life wasn't romantic

As I prefer to see it, there has never been an epic love story that involved significant amounts of self-control.

I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don't pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters.

I hope that when I'm 80 years old, people will still be talking about my wedding.

I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. I needed to stop looking at him in general.

You know what they say about boys next door...

Mr.Clayton? Didn't you see her ears? You mean ears turning bright red means you're in love? I don't know, he mumbles, and looks down, his ears are bright red.

A romantic comedy has to be funny and make you think about life but the obstacle that has to be overcome is key.

Romantic comedies are there to give us dreams and butterflies, but what we can create in our own lives could be not only better but real.

Firecracker Gale and dandelion Peeta are so different from each other that it's easy to imagine that a girl who would choose Gale is a completely different person than one who would choose Peeta. When people sit around debating who Katniss should choose, maybe what they're really debating actually is her identity - and the romance is just a proxy for that big, hard question about the ever-changing, unaware girl on fire.

Like, even in fiction, friends to lovers? Never my thing. I'm more star-crossed tragedy, supernatural soul mates, enemies to lovers. Epic, you know?

So, to summarize," Max said, "the dead uncle? Not dead, might be your father. Hot boys are also tragic, everyone wants a piece of your fine ash, and the woman who tried to have you killed is foxing your father?

It seems like everyone I know has very strong feelings about which boy is the best fit for Katniss, but also because the books themselves contain a commentary on the way audiences latch onto romance, even (and maybe especially) when lives are at stake.

I have a better idea." Jameson lowered his lips to mine. My neck arched. More mud on my face, my clothes. "I bet," he countered, "that you can't wash all this mud off before I…" "Before you what?" I murmured. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne smiled. "Guess.

The coin landed. "Tails," I said. "I kiss you." I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his. And this time, the joke was on me— because I wasn't playing. This wasn't nothing. This was the beginning—and I was ready to be bold.

Before I could get the word daughter out, Grayson leaned his head down and crushed his lips to mine. He kissed me to save me from what I'd been about to say. For a small eternity, nothing in the world existed outside of that kiss. His lips. Mine. For show.

Because this was our game - yours and mine - before it was anyone else's. Because when you and I kiss, you feel it, the same way I do.

The knight returns with the damsel in distress," Jameson declared as I made my way toward him. He glanced toward Grayson. "You're the damsel." "I figured

I flashed back to the moment he'd kissed me. I'd kissed him back. Since then we hadn't even managed to look at each other. We hadn't really talked. So why was he calling now? Where is he? "Hello?" I answered. "Avery." Grayson lingered on my name, just for a moment.

You love fairy tales, I know, but I can't be your happily-ever-after. We can't stay here in our little castle forever.

His kisses, not so good." She patted me consolingly on the shoulder. "He is young. Room for improvement!

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne loved me. He loved me, and I loved him.

An arrogant, duty-bound asshole who tries to be honorable and would die to protect the girl he loves.