Quotes About Romance

If you find that your marriage isn't what it once was and there is a lack of romance in your relationship, be the first person to do the right thing and to set an example. Don't get discouraged if things don't change overnight. Be committed and consistent and trust God for the results. When the results do come, don't take them for granted. Keep the dynamic love growing in your marriage by preemptively serving your spouse.

She looked at him and smiled. She placed her hand upon his shoulder. He took her right hand in his left and placed his other at her waist, looking at her as if she were an unexploded bomb. They began to dance.

For nothing this wide universe I call save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

Marry me he said voice full of emotion. Be my soul mate my friend and my lover as long as we both live. Make babies with me that have curly hair and big brown eyes. Grow old with me and we'll watch the sun set together in the evenings. And when I leave this world I'll be happy knowing I was the best man I could be for having loved you.

He paused, gazing down at her in amusement, "Do you know when I first fell in love with you?" "No, when?" she asked, intrigued. "When you got out of your SUV looking hotter than a firecracker and madder than hell, and you said, 'Don't they stop at red lights where you're from, Forest Gump"'" --Zack to Cori after their first "I love you's

And there's no sex, hardly any love stuff at all, in Middle Earth, which always made me think, yes, the world would be better off without it.

I'm not sure I ever want to get married. I'm neither messing around while waiting nor looking for some "real thing." What I want is much more complicated. I want somebody I can talk to about books, who would be my friend, and why couldn't we have sex as well if we wanted to? (And used contraception.) I'm not looking for romance. Lord Peter and Harriet would seem a pretty good model to me.

I'm only fifteen. I'm not sure I ever want to get married. I'm neither messing around while waiting nor looking for some "real thing". What I want is much more complicated. I want somebody to talk about books, who would be my friend, and why couldn't we have sex as well if we wanted to? (And used contraception.) I'm not looking for romance. Lord Peter and Harriet would seem a pretty good model to me. I wonder if Wim has read Sayers?

Ah, il fiore dell'amore ha molti nomi

Females are born flirts. I've watched my three girls flirting almost from the time they were able to get their eyes opened and they could focus. They cooed at men, fluttered around them—and flattered them. But once girls get themselves married they forget the romance—and that's when the flirting should really begin. If you want to keep your husband, that is. A lot of other women are flirting with him and flattering him—you can depend on that.

There should always be a precious time together at the end of the working day. Turn off the phone, ignore the door, pour a glass of wine or fruit juice. Shed the world and learn about each other in your own romantic oasis.

Having "lost her bloom" in the eight years since her romance and break-up with Captain Wentworth before the novel begins, Anne is wispy and quiet, still in love with Wentworth, but feeling helpless to do anything about it because he hasn't attempted to contact her again, and protocol of the day says she can't make the first move in contacting him.

Artemis rolled her eyes. "All this yucky romance stuff is going to make me barf. Since we're finished, I'm gonna go get my dogs some chow." She headed over to unleash them from the stone bleachers.

He just likes to flirt!

Bay caressed his smooth cheek. "You shaved. It feels soft." He caught her hand and kissed her palm. "Go," he said, opening the bathroom door again. "Before I change my mind and you end up making love to a man who smells like a bear.

It's been so long since I made love I can't even remember who gets tied up.

Male-female relationships, as Jane Austen was always pointing out, could be very complicated.

Adèle Douchett

Finally, he bent his head and brushed his mouth against hers. It was a light kiss, a feathering as soft as down, but enough to cause her eyes to drift closed as that familiar, shimmering warmth she'd never thought she'd ever feel again began to flow in her veins.

All the best stories end with a clinch.

And here, of course, we come to the one occupation of a female protagonist in literature, the one thing she can do, and by God she does it and does it and does it, over and over and over again. She is the protagonist of a Love Story.

Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lip twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.

I've never ridden a bike before." Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. "Lookin' forward to being your first, babe.