Quotes About Romance

I was obsessed with romance. When I was in high school, I saw 'Doctor Zhivago' every day from the day it opened until the day it left the theater.

I'm the first one who sees every romantic comedy in theaters.

It's about giving the people what they want. So many people have told me that they've made love to my records so what I've delivered this time is an album about sex. Pretty much every song has that theme. Straight no chasers, it's booty music!

She opened the door with a frown. "What are you doing?" "Pressing my luck," he said. He walked in, pushed her gently out of the way and closed the door. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him, going after her lips at once. It took her exactly two seconds to melt to him, moan, reach her arms around his neck and return the kiss.

her over onto her back and, looking into her eyes, said, "Mel, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm going to make you so happy, you won't be able to stand it. You're going to wake up singing every morning." "I already do, Jack." *

Careful, Luke," she teased. "If you buy my dinner, I'll think you like me." He put a hand on the small of her back. "That's the problem," he said. "I do.

I love romance and love stories. In my work, I require happy endings. And hopefulness. I like to read about people working things out.

Playing with me again," he teased. "Don't you worry that you're biting off more than you can chew, little girl?" "Aren't you?" she asked. He groaned. "I know I am." And she laughed at him. As

He worshiped her; she idolized him.

When she walked him out to his truck, she held his hand for a few minutes. The girl moved really slowly, and he liked that. One of these days he was going to get his arms around her, kiss her. She had to be about the prettiest girl at school. Maybe the world. He'd

That myth was disproved the second she saw him. God, he still made her heart race. One look at his face and she felt the blood surge

I'm going to tell her. Tell her I love her more than I thought I could love a woman. Tell her that my life started when she walked into town.

For the past several years, he'd avoided romantic relationships that could gut him in the end. That whole not-sleeping, feeling the deep ache that came from failure, enduring the sudden loneliness of being rejected…it was bad for his disposition.

He found himself thinking, Paul is going to kill me. I'm thinking carnal thoughts about the maid of honor and how to get her out of this pink dress and Paul is going to kill me. But I will die happy, he further thought. He

Mike stepped up his phone calls to Brie to almost every day and it reminded him of how he'd fallen in love when he was a boy.

Two weeks later they met in Santa Rosa again, this time at a French restaurant in a vineyard, again small, where Brie could see every patron. And two weeks later, again Santa Rosa. When he first saw her, he wanted to rush to her, grab her up in his arms and hold her for a while, but he always put his hands in his pockets, smiled and nodded hello. By the sixth week and fourth lunch, she hugged him goodbye.

Mike pulled Brie aside and said, "You're the only woman on the premises who's not just a little pissed off at her guy. Wanna run away with me right now? Before I do something stupid?" She grinned at him. "You think you're my guy, huh?" "Well, that's what I'm hoping…." *

He was wearing sweatpants, his chest and feet bare, a towel slung around his neck and his hair wet from the shower. She flushed a little, remembering that wide, hard chest as it had been pressed against her breasts. And those muscular arms that had held him up over her to keep from crushing her with his weight. "I

Do you think it's a bad omen to meet in a cemetery?" she asked him. "I have a special fondness for this place," he said. "This is exactly where you completely lost control, threw yourself at me and passionately kissed me. I like it here." "I think I surprised myself more than you," she said. "Impossible. I thought I'd have to chase you for years before I got a kiss.

When she heard him in the doorway, she looked up from her place on the floor and a coppery curl fell over her forehead. He couldn't help but smile at her—she looked cute as the dickens with her hair piled on top of her head and drowning in his shirt.

He didn't want it ever to end and he concentrated on making it the longest kiss in history, hoping to get caught, hoping everyone would go on notice—this was his girl. His woman.

Stay a little while… Oh, boy. Lilly hadn't realized she'd been longing to hear a man breathe that in her ear. That was nice.

Why aren't you on the pill?" "Hmm. Because I gave up men…." He chuckled, low in his throat. "How's that working out for you….?" "I was fine until you. You've messed up a lot of my plans." "You played hell on mine, too," he groaned, lifting her T-shirt over her head, tossing it and steering her toward the bed.

A deep sigh escaped him and he tightened his arms. He was just beginning to admit it to himself—he was in love with her. Totally gone.