Quotes About Romance

You horrible, horrible man! Lisa yelled. How could you even show your face here, you bounder? Christiana snapped. You vile debaucher of innocents, Lisa added. She loved you, you cad! You've broken her heart! You should be shot for toying with her that way!

So, you like him and find him handsome and he has fine … parts," she said delicately, then added, "I am sure I heard a but in there however?" "Aye." Seonaid sighed, then admitted Blake's fault. "He has a huge cock.

If this is a dream, why aren't I young and handsome for you? You are young and handsome to me, she said huskily, and reached up to slip one hand around his neck. I like you just the way you are. I find you sexy just as you are. I want you just as your are.

Annabel stopped rubbing the center of her lower back and ducked her head to hide the blush his words had brought on. It made Ross want to kiss her. Reminded

Anders took the phone, but his attention was on the computer on his lap. It had gone into standby mode. As he waited impatiently for it to start up again, he muttered, "I should have told her." "Told who what?" Mortimer asked, distractedly. "Valerie, I should have told her I love her. But I figured she'd think it was too soon and—" He didn't bother finishing.

Do ye often howl at wolves? Only Lovey, Claray answered. He's the only wolf I ken. Ye ken Conall, and he's the Wolf. Aye, Conall agreed aloud, and then leaned down to whisper by her ear, And ye howled for me on our weddin' night. Hopefully this night I can make ye howl again. Finally. Claray stiffened in surprise and then felt heat suffuse her face as his hand crept up her waist where it was resting, and his thumb brushed over the bottom of one breast.

My sweeting is nice, Claray commented. Nay, Conall said quickly, and when she looked at him with surprise, he tried to cover his horror at the thought of being called that, by saying, I'd rather call ye that and we can no' both use it. Oh, she breathed, seeming pleased at the idea of his calling her that. He made a mental note to use it, and to come up with other endearments to please her. Flower, perhaps. Or petal, to reflect how beautiful and precious he found her.

Here! Aye, but where the hell is---? Oh. Claray peered over her shoulder to see the Wolf staring at her from some ten feet away. His gaze was fixed on her lower legs with a sort of heated interest that made her look down. It was only then that she realized that she was holding her skirts rather high. They were actually halfway between her knees and her nether region, leaving an indecent amount of leg on view.

Valerie sat back in her seat and sipped at her wine, doing her best to ignore the way Anders's leg was pressing against her own under the table. He had been touching, brushing up against, or sneaking caresses all night. First under cover of their working together in the kitchen and then under cover of the table as they'd eaten. He was driving her wild.

Mayhap after I kill ye, I'll swive her a time or two. She seems to like japin', and I'm told I'm good at it, so I might yet convince her. Claray snorted at the claim. No' if what the lasses say is true. They say ye've a prick like a string bean and can no' get it hard without hurtin' a lass first. Pathetic, she pronounced.

The lass was bonnie enough, he acknowledged as his gaze slid over the waves of strawberry blond hair that framed her heart-shaped face.

You introduced me to the innkeeper as your wife. Make love to me like a husband would.

Claray had not been made to spend her life on her knees in prayer. The lass had too much passion in her for that. So, he would marry her, reclaim his name, title and home and set to work filling her belly with bairns. The thought made him smile, and imagining all the ways to accomplish the task of filling her belly, all the positions and places he could do so, helped pass the time as they continued their ride through the long day and the evening that followed.

Amusing a woman too much is as good as courting her, and as much as I enjoyed her company I wasn't quite sure I was ready for more than that.

Sometimes love worked out, but more often it failed

Because you see... He cradled Alec's face between his hands. I'm in love with you, Alec. The kind of love that not only makes my balls ache, but that makes my chest so tight sometimes I think I can't breathe. The kind that makes my skin tingle and my heart pound and my knees weak whenever I'm around you. I'm deeply ... powerfully ... unequivocally in love with you.

I took her hand, pulled it lightly to me, and kissed her on the forehead, with the delicacy of a zephyr and the gravity of Abraham.

Quem diria? De dois grandes namorados, de duas paixões sem freio, nada mais havia ali, vinte anos depois; havia apenas dois corações murchos, devastados pela vida e saciados dela, não sei se em igual dose, mas enfim saciados.

Marcela amou-me durante quinze meses e onze contos de réis; nada menos.

Os bons amores são cheios de felicidade, porque têm a virtude de não alçarem olhos para as estrelas do céu; contentam-se com ceias à meia-noite e alguns passeios a cavalo ou por mar. (Linha reta e linha curva)

Veja se posso amar ou pretender: primeiro, não sou bonito (...); segundo: não sou curioso, e o amor, se o reduzirmos às suas verdadeiras proporções, não passa de uma curiosidade; terceiro: não sou paciente, e nas conquistas amorosas a paciência é a principal virtude; quarto, finalmente: não sou idiota, porque, se com todos estes defeitos pretendesse amar, mostraria a maior falta de razão (Linha reta e linha curva)

Amai, rapazes! E, principalmente, amai moças lindas e graciosas; elas dão remédio ao mal, aroma ao infecto, trocam a morte pela vida... Amai, rapazes!

Calvin said, Do you know that this is the first time I've seen you without your glasses? I'm blind as a bat without them. I'm near-sighted, like father. Well, you know what, you've got dream-boat eyes, Calvin said. Listen, you go right on wearing your glasses. I don't think I want anybody else to see what gorgeous eyes you have.

A love which depends solely on romance, on the combustion of two attracting chemistries, tends to fizzle out. The famous lovers usually end up dead. A long-term marriage has to move beyond chemistry to compatibility, to friendship, to companionship. It is certainly not that passion disappears, but that it is conjoined with other ways of love.