Quotes About Romance

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

solve the old murder, she will lose not only her chance at love but may become the murderer's next victim.

I love romantic comedies, or romantic dramas - basically anything with love in it.

A few years ago I was at a party and this guy threw me over his shoulder, ran across the street, put me in his car, and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she'd never even suspected that it could feel this way.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

I'm thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he's dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren't about me.

Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? but realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.

If he could only love what he did not know, and be loved in return on that same basis, then knowledge became an inexorable disenchantment, for which the only cure was to fall in love with someone new.

I'm here because you're here. When a man loves a woman, he wants to spend time with her. Even if that means he has to put on a suit and tie. He wants to hold her tight and smell her hair.

His lids lowered and he brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. "What if I fall in love with you?" She turned her face into his palm. "You won't.

You don't look at Ann the way you looked at her." "How's that?" "Like you could look at her for the rest of your life.

I want to be with you." He straightened and brought her against his chest. "I like being with you," he continued. "When I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you. No one else. Just you.

We'll have sex all night. Half the morning too. And just when you think you can't take anymore, we'll go at it again.

You asked me once what I see when I look into my future." He slid his palm down her shoulder and took her hand. "I see you

Stay away from me, Nick." She held out a hand to hold him off. He grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest. "I can't," he said softly.

Do you really think that I don't have anything better to do than to spend my time thinking about you? Digging up a little of the goods on Luc Martineau?" Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes and he laughed. "Sweetheart, there is nothing little about Luc's goods.

What can I give you? I get a handsome guy who does look good in the morning, and I get a great ring. What do you get?" "The only thing I've ever wanted." He held her tight and smiled. "I get you, wild thing.

I want to make love to you, and if you don't stop me now, that's exactly what's going to happen.

What does it take, then? I love you. I've never loved any woman the way I love you.

So tell me, Jane, are you cold?" His lips brushed hers and he said through a hot breath, "Or turned on?

He lifted his face and came up for air. "I couldn't stay away.

Kiss me, babe."' "No, really." Beneath the light of a sixty-watt bulb on her porch, Adele Harris placed a hand on the chest of her latest date. "I've had enough excitement for one night.

I am a very good cook." When she did cook. "Good. I like to eat." He lightly bit her palm. The too-much-air feeling in Lucy's stomach pressed upward into her heart. "What?" she asked past the constriction in her chest. "What do I like to eat?" "Yeah." "Blondes with blue eyes." Oh God. She pulled her hand from his. "Are you hungry?" His gaze lowered to her mouth. "I could eat.