Quotes About Romance

Una pregunta para la eternidad: ¿está locamente enamorada de mí la dama que tengo a la derecha?

No se puede culpar a un chico por besar a la muchacha más hermosa de Nueva York.

Bueno..., el viernes pasado, cuando los dos estábamos junto a los buzones... - ¿Sí? Evie movió las cejas insinuantemente. - Me puse muy cerca de él... - Ajá. - Y le dije, así, sin más: «Qué día más bonito, ¿verdad?». - ¿Y? - Y eso fue todo. Bueno, me contestó que sí. Así que ambos estuvimos de acuerdo respecto al clima.

Then one day he sent her a single long-stemmed rose with the famous Hfez of Shrz poem that you probably know." She recited the lines from the thirteenth-century poem: Give never the wine bowl from thy hand Nor loose thy grasp on the rose's stem 'Tis a mad bad world that the fates have planned. Match wits with their every strategem!

it is in our century that love has come to be perceived as a refinement of the sexual impulse, but in many other centuries romantic love and sexual impulse were often considered unrelated.

I'm really not hungry," she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. "Just a few bites," he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. "You need to keep up your strength for tonight." She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. "Why? Are you planning something special?" "I suppose I am," he said consideringly. "It's special every time we make love.

God, I love you, he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. It took you long enough, she said gently. What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power. Meaning? That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now. He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach.

If your hero is a firefighter, your heroine better be an arsonist.

Minor detail. I'm going to kiss you, Marlie—" "I'll bite you again," she swiftly warned. He shrugged. "I always have had more guts than sense," he said, and very gently brushed her mouth with his.

There couldn't be anything more perfect, she thought, than slow dancing, barefoot, on a balcony in New Orleans, while the rain poured down and twilight wrapped around them

Do you like her?

here, to tempt you into a kiss. I've become a shameless hussy. Aunt Ardith would have disowned me." "Aunt Ardith sounds like a pain in the—" "She was wonderful," Mary said firmly. "It's just that she was very old-fashioned and had strict notions of what was proper and what

I have a blanket behind the seat, a thick wool one. We can cuddle on the bleachers, and with the blanket wrapped around us no one will know if I sneak a feel every now and then." "I'll know." "God, I hope so. If you don't, then I've either lost my touch or my aim.

Lily stepped back to admit him, her gaze catching on the chocolates again. It was Caleb's aim to make her look at him just the way she was looking at that red satin box. He extended the candy and knew by the pleasure in her eyes that she'd received few gifts in her life. And for one insensible, fevered moment Caleb wanted to give her everything. He wanted to drag the world to her feet and make it bow.

There's a baby inside you right now," he said, leaning forward to trace her collarbone with kisses as Emma gave in and let her hips move of their own accord. "And as soon as you're over having this one, I'm going to put another in you, Emma. And then another. I'm going to have you morning, noon, and night—" "Ooooh," Emma groaned helplessly, as he cut off his own words by closing his mouth over one of her nipples.

Steven maneuvered the horse among the cattle that strayed from the herd as easily as if Emma hadn't been mounted in front of him, whistling and waving his hat at times. In calmer moments, he told Emma about Fairhaven, his home in Louisiana. He told her how many children they were going to have, and exactly where each one would be conceived. When they got to Spokane, he promised, he was going to take a hotel room and keep her tossing on the mattress for a full day and night. Emma

He caught her cheeks in his hands and kissed her roughly, for they were both savages in those moments, and his tongue swept her mouth and her lips before he moaned, "My beautiful, blue-eyed tigress—" Emma

Steven raised himself on an elbow, plucked a daisy, and put it through Emma's loose braid. He continued until a trail of white flowers paraded from her scalp to the place beneath her breast where her hair made a coppery fan. His

He kissed the soft expanse of her neck. "Don't be ashamed, tigress," he whispered. "There's never been anything more beautiful than a woman willingly surrendering her body to a man." There

When the moon strays off into space and the last star winks out forever, I will still love you

Couldn't you stay?" she whispered. "Couldn't someone else go on that cattle drive?" He shook his head, then bent to kiss her lightly on the mouth. "Be ready," he told her, when it was over, "because when I get home, I plan to take you wherever I find you." With that, he gave Emma a little pat on the bottom, put his hat on, and went whistling down the walk to the gate. Emma

He's never made you feel like a woman," he said, with insultingly accurate perception. "You're as luscious as a ripe peach, and the fool's left you on the vine. To my way of thinking, that makes him an oddity, like the mummified Indian I saw once.

Wilbur looked patently horrified. "Surely you wouldn't consider living on Suds Row," he said. Then he lowered his voice. "If the major won't marry you, I will." Lily was now exasperated as well as winded. "Of course I don't mean to live on the Row," she answered, ignoring Wilbur's whispered offer to make an honest woman of her.

He caught her left hand in his and lifted it so that the diamond sparkled in the firelight. "I see you haven't cut off your finger yet." Lily smiled sleepily. "That would have hurt too much.