Quotes About Romance

He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss, lingering for a moment. When a small, surprised gasp escaped her lips, he felt a surge of satisfaction. "There

None of us–teacher or taught–realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain you as a possibility, a hope, and remain just that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you are living.

None of us-teacher or taught-realised how an imagined romantic life can sustain a possibility, a hope, and remain like that. Like parallel train tracks, it runs alongside, but will never meet, the life you're are living.

Se pasó todo el trayecto pensativo, contemplando la noche por la ventanilla... Se había enamorado.

todos los hombres son imbéciles y que todas las mujeres son unas brujas, pero que no hay nada más bello en el mundo que lo que ocurre entre un imbécil y una bruja cuando se aman...

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

I have a lot of boyfriends, I want you to write that. Every country I visit, I have a different boyfriend. And I kiss them all.

At this year's Open, I'll have five boyfriends.

Come on, Lizbet, that man adores you, he worships your body with his eyes.

Women who marry early are often overly enamored of the kind of man who looks great in wedding pictures and passes the maid of honor his telephone number.

She raised her glass and thought of what Frankie had said that first night she met him and fell for him. 'Not bad for a wee tart from the Gorbals.

Shakespeare is all big themes, like the most amazing love, or the most scary war.

She viewed romance like any other biological process. It was the product of chemical and electrical signaling in her brain, inspired by input from the outside world.

He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. The first kiss was light and chaste. With the second kiss, he used his teeth to hold her still while the tip of his tongue caressed and tasted her skin. He could feel her heart pounding, feel each breathy pant. Leaving a trail of soft kisses up her neck, he finally whispered in her ear, "You're not too young anymore.

It's a romantic novel," Jaenelle said in a small voice as he called in his half-moon glasses and started idly flipping the pages. "A couple of women in a bookseller's shop kept talking about it." Romance. Passion. Sex. He suppressed—barely—the urge to leap to his feet and twirl her around the room. A sign of emotional healing? Please, sweet Darkness, please let it be a sign of healing.

He put his arms around her and brushed his lips against hers once, twice. Then his mouth settled over hers and lingered. As he eased back, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. "I think we like it," Meg breathed. "I think we should try it again. Just to be sure." They tried it several more times, just to be sure, and eventually decided that they did like kissing. They liked it a lot

I was going to make some tea," [Marian] said. "It's cold tonight." [Lucivar] returned the smile, then gave her a long, very thorough kiss. "I have a better way to warm you up.

Mixed feelings and a bruised heart. Maybe that was what a first love was in the end.

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life

Consider what a romantic expedition you are on take notes.

In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.

You are the trip I did not take; You are the pearls I cannot buy; You are my blue Italian lake; You are my piece of foreign sky.

All lovers believe they are inventing love.

El deseo duplicado es amor y el amor duplicado es locura.