Quotes About Romance

I hear that you were on a date with Trouble Kelp. Are you two planning on building a bivouac any time soon?

It looks like you've found an intellectual equal, Mulch, said Holly. It's a pity he isn't a girl; then you could marry him. Mulch imitated shock. Romance outside your species. Now THAT's disgusting. What kind of weirdo would kiss someone when they weren't even part of the same species?

Orion to holly : im just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may i say young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction

I'm just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may I say, young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction.

There are those who believe that true love is humankind's greatest motivator. Those people are sweet but completely wrong.

Young love is common, but that doesn't mean it's not precious.

It is like the old fairy tale. The boy saves the princess; they fall in love. He invents a flying machine—along with his dashing teacher, of course. They get married and name their firstborn after the aforementioned dashing teacher.

It is like the old fairy tale. The boy saves the princess; they fall in love. He invents a flying machine—along with his dashing teacher, of course. They get married and name their firstborn after the aforementioned dashing teacher." Conor frowned. "I don't recall that fairy tale from the nursery." "Trust me, it's a classic.

It's now or never , thought Otto. Now, now! thought Witmeyer. And so Ram kissed Thundercat, and suddenly neither bed of roses nor mountain slope could compare with Her Majesty's sewer for romance. In fact, from this moment on, Otto Malarkey could never so much as sniff a chamber pot without a faraway look creeping into his eyes.

common sense is the enemy of romance

We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.

He carried me, my legs wrapped around him, and moved in and out of me, stroked me as he walked around the room.

Falling in love is easy. Being in love sucks.

Livvy and Tony are in bed eating Chinese food.

Her young lover changed positions, grabbed her and pulled her rear up high . . . went inside her at a brand-new angle, stroked and grunted. . . . Like he wanted to crawl inside her.

What all the ads and whorescopes seemed to imply was that if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever.

I know that love is no cure, but rather the disease itself.

Your love, a sword made of moonlight and blood.

Young women dream of romance and passion as men dream of conquest because those dreams are necessary goads to leaving home and growing up.

In this instance, however, the answer was quite straightforward: "Men want women beautiful, romantic... birds of paradise instead of hurrying brown hens," said Bazaar in October 1945. As families were reestablished, there was a move toward a celebratory fashion of fecundity, with closer-fitting waists and rounder hips.

What good is a name when your in love? You only ever you pet names anyway. Hun.

You give my heart hiccups.

I am well aware that for some, love and passion do not always follow the traditional path

My sweet Harriet," he murmured. "I am delighted to see that you are still unpolished." She scowled up at him. "I assure you I am working very hard on that project, too, sir.