Quotes About Romance

I don't know. Maybe the fellow from my own home town. He's very good looking, Stevie.' Kit said this partly to put the glamorous Frankie in the position of knowing that Stevie was out of bounds, partly to convince herself. In her heart she knew that Stevie was cheap and obvious.

Do you like Stevie?' 'No, but he's good-looking.' 'And is Philip O'Brien good-looking?' 'No, but he's keen on you.' Clio had the world sorted out.

Perhaps it is becoming clearer why I felt no romance when you told me that you carried my last letter with you, everywhere you went, for months on end, unopened. This may have served some purpose for you, but whatever it was, surely it bore little resemblance to mine. I never aimed to give you a talisman, an empty vessel to flood with whatever longing, dread, or sorrow happened to be the day's mood. I wrote it because I had something to say to you.

I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm. Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It's hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there's never been a time when I didn't love you.

Golden shadows shimmered and the musky scent of the candles dizzied every breath. They were on the bed now, an enormous bed with sheets of glowing satin. Clasped in an embrace they rolled together, drinking deep kisses from gasping mouths, hands stroking, teasing, chasing, bodies pressing against each other as if seeking to melt and become one with the other.

Annie] "I just wondered … is slowly a good thing?" "Is slowly …" His fingers relaxed and she felt rather than saw his smile. He brushed his fingertips across her lips, then sank back to his pillow. "Oh yes, Annie love. Slowly is a very good thing." "Oh, my.

Bootie Grant Glover! You do amaze me! Mem stared at her sister. Do I understand this? You're giving me permission to engage in a romantic tryst? Certainly not! Bootie pulled to her full diminished height. I'm merely saying if disaster strikes, I won't abandon you.

ll we want is to succumb to a single kiss that will contain us like a marathon with no finish line, and if so, that we land like newspapers before sunrise, halcyon mornings arrived like blue martinis. I am learning the steps to a foreign song: her mind was torpedo, and her body was storm, a kind of Wow. All we want is a metropolis of Sundays, an empire of hand-holding and park benches? She says, Leave it all up to me.

My lover. Oh come to me again as once in May.

Success in love is mostly luck, though we hate to admit.

10% of authors earn 75% of the royalties. If you're writing a Romance novel, your odds will be slightly higher at making back your investment. Throw in a few vampires, even better.

I learned how to play hard to get (push and pull) from my teacher Kwon Jiyong.

I once had a crush on one of my teachers. I wrote him a love letter and stuck it in a bag in his office. I didn't write my name on it, but I'm sure he figured out it was me.

Mas como se começa um amor numa manhã chuvosa de sábado como esta, num quartinho pobre na velha Bat Yam em meados dos anos sessenta?

Passadas duas semanas, no quarto dela, lá em cima, na água-furtada, entre uma pancada de chuva e a outra pancada de chuva, ele lhe pediu a mão. Não disse, Seja minha esposa, mas pediu assim: Se você se casar comigo, eu também me caso com você.

When the anesthesia of love wears off, you suffer the pain of consequence.

Turn around then and lean against that boulder with your bottom facing me. I'll enter you from behind. Are you damp yet?" In

he kissed me with earnestness, banging his lips against my teeth and covering me with saliva from nose to chin.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

I can't let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

Men can be in love with literary figures, with poetic and mythological figures, but let them meet with Artemis, with Venus, with any of the goddesses of love, and then they start hurling moral judgments.