Quotes About Romance

I lowered my mouth to his ear and said, "I think you're my everything.

Every heartbeat screams your name

Anyone who says things like "Happy Ever After" as though that end to a love story is a given, is cooking up a right stinking cauldron of shite and trying to serve it as soup.

A kiss is good. I think kisses are where all good things start.

Once in a lifetime, you meet that special someone. That someone that took your breath away every single time. That someone that caused your heart to shatter into a million shards and fall like rain.

He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze.

WALL•E—the hapless knight in rusted armor. Except WALL•E had eventually been very important to the object of his affection, hadn't he?

stolen kisses.

How were we supposed to know we'd meet our one perfect person learning how to pick pockets by the Coliseum?" "I should have spent ten years convincing you," Felix said savagely.

Is it always like this?" Dawson whispered. "This buzz in my stomach and my chest—how happy I am to hold you? Does it always feel like this?" Jared lifted his face in the dark, his lower lip full and swollen from kisses, his eyes shiny. "No," he said soberly. "No. This is special.

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

Oh, that was wonderful. That was the reason the gods let old men live, Cal. So we can watch young men fall in love.

Pierce dreamed about a sunny day and Hal, dressed in a white linen shirt and dark cotton trousers, offering him a flower and a kiss, in an almost perfect world.

Got lost in your eyes,

Maybe this party wasn't for Henry, but there might be some guy out there who'd throw him a hell of a happily ever after.

First I'm gonna rim ya. Then I'm gonna finger ya. Then I'm gonna fuck ya!

It was nothing at first. Just a bare brush of lips to lips.

feeling like you're a failure in the romance department because you couldn't sprout wood if you woke up as fertile soil and the other guy's dick was bamboo.

For a moment in time, Bobby didn't exist. Nothing existed but these two souls, reconnecting, learning the feel and taste of each other all over again. Bobby watched them, entranced, and swallowed. He wanted that. He could have that. He could have that with Reg.

He wanted that with some foreplay and a lot of afterglow, and maybe some, "Gee, Crawford, you are a nice guy, and I'd really like to do this frequently, if you don't mind me saying so.

love you," he said, blowing Reg's mind. "I don't know if any other boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever, has said that, but that's how I feel.

Le labbra di Walter erano dolci, ma il bacio troppo breve. Non si poteva far stare una vita intera in un singolo incontro di labbra, anche volendo.

By the time Shane and Mikhail had stood on a miserably wet February day and said funny, singular vows of their

I gazed at him, silhouetted in the moonlight from the window - feeling soft inside, when I never felt soft, and worshipful, when I thought the gods had died.