Quotes About Romance

She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.

And then she kisses me. It's the kind of kiss that makes me lose track of everything, and so it may take hours or minutes by the time we break apart.

By the time we're done, their guests have gathered outside to see the boy who must have flowers to give to the girl he loves.

You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.

He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

You made me feel gold,flowing too.I love you.Ultraviolet Remarkey-able.

Or we can make out.

It's true, after all, at least compared to him, and actually what he means is that I have bad luck with women. Something about going for the bitchy ones or the crazy ones or the ones who pretend not to know me when other people are around.

It's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do. All because she smiled at me.

At least it feels that way standing here with you." He closes his blue eyes and breathes in. When he opens them again, he says, "Actually, standing next to you makes it feel as high as Everest." I

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been down to do. All because she smiled at me.

He kisses me again and leans sexily against the door, as if he knows how good he looks.

My mouth is an inch from hers, and I wait for her to slap me or push me away, but then she closes her eyes, and that's when I know—I'm in. Okay

I woke up this morning," Gabriel said, "thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don't realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man's usual inclination in the morning.

You're the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.

I know nothing sadder than a hunchback in love or an ugly woman full of romantic ideals.

Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness of the great city, the first wallflowers scenting her lap, had little by little melted her heart.

The couple fell one atop of the other, struck down, finding consolation, at last, in death.

Ah! si ton mari mourait... Si mon mari mourait..., répéta lentement Thérèse. Nous nous marierions ensemble, nous ne craindrions plus rien, nous jouirions largement de nos amours... Quelle bonne et douce vie!

Decididamente, ela era encantadora. Assim que acabasse de comer, tomá-la-ia em seus braços e beijaria aqueles lábios grossos e róseos. Era a resolução de um tímido, um pensamento de violência que chegava a estrangular-lhe a voz.

Quand les amoureux s'embrassent sur les joues, c'est qu'ils tâtonnent et cherchent les lèvres.

He still loved her more each day, the way you love at twenty, quite unreasonably, as your capricious heart dictates, just for the joy and the pain of loving.

She was listening to his proposals and continually refusing them with shakes of the head and that temptress's laughter which is peculiar to a voluptuous blonde.