Quotes About Romance

She stepped forward and grabbed a huge romance Nina adored from the top of the pile. "Look at this! You already have it." "Yes, I know, but this is the hardback first edition. Look! It's beautiful! Never been read!

Well?" "He's a very handsome man," said Lorna. "You'll have to keep him out of Inge-Britt's clutches." "She smells of bacon," said Flora petulantly. "Oh yeah, men hate that," said Lorna.

She led him up through the now silent garden of the hotel, its fairy lights sparkling among the trees, the revellers inside, or gone home to bed. The early roses gave out their spring scent along with the perfume of bluebells in the deeper grass. And she led him to the sturdy tree trunk, both of them under a spell, a cloud of summer nights and dancing and laughter and music.

He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity -Belly Conklin-

It's not like in the movies. It's better, because it's real.

I've only ever loved two boys—both of them with the last name Fisher. Conrad was first, and I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to—it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

I go wherever you go,' he says, launching us into the water. This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved.

My two great loves. I think I always knew I would be Belly Fisher one day. I just didn't know it was going to happen like this.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

We were just two teenagers, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. So no, he didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

Music makes everything more romantic, doesn't it? One second you're walking your dog in the suburbs, and then you put on Adele, and it's like you're in a movie and you've just had your heart brutally broken.

He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure-he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And the I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking,because we both know-this is the night we become real.

Peter: "What is it with girls and rain?" Lara Jean: "I don't know . . . I guess maybe because everything feels more dramatic in the rain" Peter: "Did anything actually happen with you two, or were you just standing out in the rain picking up soccer balls?

When I get you back, I'm gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you." He tries to hold my eyes with his own. 'Like the 1950s.

Wait, I thought I was your dream guy,' Peter says. Not to me, to Kitty. He knows he's not my dream guy. My dream guy is Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables . Handsome, loyal, smart in school.

I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brave. I want... life to start happening. I want to fall in love and want a boy to fall in love with me back -Lara Jean

We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved

But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean

I loved him in a way you can really on do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to - it's dizzy and foolish and fierce.

He kisses like . . . like it could be his job." Margot giggles and lifts the spoons off her eyes. "Like a male prostitute?

I could fall in love with you so easily. I'm halfway there already. You're so perfect in my memory, and you're perfect now. It's like I dreamed you into being. Of all the boys, you're the one I would pick.

To love a boy, to have him love you back. It feels miraculous.

That's when I see him. Peter Kavinsky, walking down the hallway. Like magic. Beautiful, dark-haired Peter. He deserves background music, he looks so good.

When he backed away, his pupils were huge and unfocused. He blinked, and then he cleared his throat. "Belly," he said, and his voice was foggy. He didn't say anything else, just my name. "Do you still--" Care. Think about me. Want me. Roughly, he said, "Yes. Yes, I still." And then we were kissing again.