Quotes About Romance

He was strong and warm and male and his mouth moved gently against hers, his kiss provocative and soothing at the same time. Her hands found his shoulders, her fingers gripping muscle and bone. She felt the brush of his tongue against her lips, then he was inside her, hot and wet and demanding, and a part of herself she'd pushed down deep inside came roaring to life.

Not married. Mostly because no one has ever asked me," Leah said lightly. Izzy pulled a disbelieving face. "Are the men in Melbourne blind?" she said. "You're hot. If all doctors looked like you, my boyfriend would be at the local clinic every second day, begging for a prostate exam or something equally perverted." "Well, thanks. I think," Leah said.

You don't really have to fallin love with him, but he's not a terrible option for a fling. As long as you use a condom. Two condoms, even.

Aladdin is in love!

A couple of times he called the second he'd finished reading a novel and just had to tell me about it, and I know it sounds hokey and librarianish to say so, but I just swooned when he did that.

To rip off a piece of lover's temper was a pleasure in her deepest vein of enjoyment.

What use was war without also love?

I'm sure I've got that part of the Aristophanic sex-myth straight. With the help of Eros we go on, each of us, looking for his missing half. Ravelstein was in real earnest about this quest, driven by longing. Not everyone feels that longing, or acknowledges it if he does feel it. In literature Antony and Cleopatra had it, Romeo and Juliet had it. Closer to our own time Anna Karenina and Emma Bovary had it, Stendhal's Madame de Rênal in her simplicity and innocence had

How strangely does the adventurous intrude upon the humdrum; for, when it intrudes at all, more often than not its intrusion is sudden and unlooked for. To-day, we may seek for romance and fail to find it: unsought, it lies in wait for us at most prosaic corners of life's highway.

an almost chemical change seemed to dissolve and recomposethe very elements of his body. A rigour passed over him, blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.

Does it matter how long they were together that night? To lovers, an hour can last a century. But even for lovers, every hour ends.

God, why are the jerks always the cute ones?

Whatever it is that will occur between a man and a woman is more than half done the first time their lips meet in earnest. The wall that separates us from everyone else dissolves, and from then on, the two stand on different ground. And so we did. About ten that night I woke with Nara layered against my side in my bed.

To everyone who loves a long-secret romance, revealed at last.

I kissed him once, she whispered. Well done. What did he do? Um... Deryn sighed. He woke up.

Pasión! ¡Embriaguez!¡Demencia! ¡Todo esto es letra muerta para vosotros, impasibles moralistas!

Why are you here, Katrina dear, In daylight clear, At your lover's door? [3685] No, no! When, It will let in, A maid, and then, Let out a maid no more!

Yeter bu kadar! Sevgilin orada oturuyor, Ve her ?ey ona üzüntü ve s?k?nt? veriyor. Ç?km?yorsun hiç onun akl?ndan, Kar?? konulmaz biçimde seviyor seni. Evvela k?zg?n a?k?n ta??p geldi, Eriyen karlar?n dereyi ta??rd??? gibi; Yüre?ine ak?tt?n onu sen, Ve ?imdi yine s??la?t? senin bu deren.

Astfel se deschide mugurul iubirii în întreaga sa frumuse?e ?i modestie. Mi se p?rea c? o prim?var? întreag? ?i-ar fi scuturat deodat? florile peste mine.

Albert fell upon her neck, and kissed her, and exclaimed, "We are so, and we shall be so!" Even Albert, generally so tranquil, had quite lost his composure; and I was excited beyond expression.

Wilhelm, wat is, voor ons hart, een leven zonder liefde!

Así es como echa un loco enamorado por el aire la luna y las estrellas y el sol, para recreo de su amor.

For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions.

I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams. I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams. I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes; At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes. I hear you when the blows rise on high, with murmur deep. To tread the silent grove where wander I, When all's asleep.