Quotes About Romance

It's Quinn and I love you

Heather wake up, it is I...Quinn. I have come back to you. Please wake up. I have missed you terribly and I love you so very much." Never

He said the one thing that was the truth. "I love you, Emma, I will always love you.

I've barely been able to think about anything else.' 'Other than...' He waited for me to finish. 'Kissing you, dummy,' I said. 'Really?' 'You shouldn't be that surprised,' I said. He grinned. 'I'm just glad to know we're on the same page.

And maybe you can tell me all about the hot Aussie you spent the afternoon with." She shook her hand next to her chest. "I heard he's pretty hubba-hubba." You have no idea , Kerry thought, and in the face of Maddy's charming, infectious smile, couldn't squelch her own. "It was a passable way to spend an afternoon." Maddy hooted a laugh. "I'll bet.

My, my," she teased, her heart full to bursting, "what a big…sword you have." "All the better to pillage you with," he murmured, lowering his head again.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?" Go the demure route, so he knows you're not there to continue indulging in that kind of behavior? She snorted.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?

Such a wicked smile you're wearing," he said approvingly, flipping her sandals off. "I think it should be the only thing you have on." He unsnapped her shorts, then slid everything off the lower half of her body in one smooth slide. "You've been practicing," she said, though it was hard to keep the casual banter going now, seeing as he was slowly kissing his way past her ankle and on up along the curve of her calf.

I can't believe I'm thirty-one-years-old, lying on my back on a pier in broad daylight--in my own hometown, I might add--trying to figure out a place to go make out." "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

F. Scott Fitzgerald was a great writer. He said that a person never experiences the same kind of love twice. That means what we have with each other is not like anything either of us has had with anyone else. I like that idea.

Meaning?" Shane asked. "That I think it would be fun to put Brooke and Drake in a box and shake them up together to see what kind of noise they make," Michael suggested, giving in to his laughter.

When she went limp in his arms, her surrender calmed him a bit. He kissed her more softly then, but still desperately.

Truly Virgil was right: love was a form of sickness. It altered people, made them behave in strange and irrational ways.

I nearly clutched my bosom and gasped like Melanie from Twelve Oaks. But of course I didn't. ~ Dorothea Benton Frank, The Hurricane Sisters

He was a dark and stormy knight. A latter-day rake with eyes the color of emeralds worth a queen's ransom. His smile promised voyages to the moon. And heaven alone knew how many females lay littered in his wake. To a rousing burst of Rachmaninoff, he swept into my London flat one January evening and, with the hauteur of his greeting, captured my virgin heart forever and a day. 'Miss Ellie Simons? My car awaits. Shall we splurge on dinner or parking tickets?

Of course I don't always enjoy being a mother. At those times my husband and I hole up somewhere in the wine country, eat, drink, make mad love and pretend we were born sterile and raise poodles.

I can't give you anything but love, baby,That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby.

A fine romance, with no kisses!A fine romance, my friend, this is!We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes,But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes.

Juliette Récamier (1777–1849), is remembered for her exquisite beauty and grace—her portrait by David hangs in the Louvre; Gerard's in the Carnavalet—but most of all she is defined by her romantic "friendships" which brought a certain frisson to the hermetic world of the literary salon. Madame Récamier's salon was the first one to reopen its doors after the Revolution.

That's what came from having romance in your soul, I suppose. You believed in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.

In the years of my life, nothing extraordinary had happened to me. Not until Jack. Not until this man, this man who could have anyone - who by all accounts had had lots of anyones - had begun to peruse me. His interest in me was so unexpected, and yet felt so right. I did not know why, but unlike anyone before him, he made me feel special, he made me feel like I stood out from all the women in the world. And he made me want to do lots of wild and crazy and extraordinary things.

That's what came from having romance in your soul. You believe in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.

Woman wants monogamy; / Man delights in novelty. / Love is woman's moon and sun; / Man has other forms of fun. . . / With this the gist and sum of it, / What earthly good can come of it?