Quotes About Romance

What some people love is not a person but the experience of being in love. The first is irreplaceable; the second is not.

As Euripides said: "He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Cuando despierte - dijo- , recuérdame que me voy a casar con ella !

Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.

That casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that had still not ended half a century later.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.

You saved me again, she told him with a starstruck gaze. He cupped her cheek and gave her a tender smile in the dark. Because you are my princess and I am your knight.

You could be a gambler. A thief, for all I know. Besides—" He captured her hand and stopped her from walking on, holding her in place. "Besides what, you insufferable prude?" "Prude, eh? Do you need another kiss to remind you what a prude I am?" "Don't you dare." "Then don't call me names." "You started it.

You're safe now .. . and I love you." She lifted her face and turned to him, her eyes wide at his words, her lips soft and trembling. "I love you, too, Robert," she said very quietly. "I shouldn't, but I do.

Do youmind?" she clipped out suddenly with a fine, cultured accent like frosted glass. His gaze flicked up from her chest to her blazing eyes. "So, you can talk." "Obviously." "Too bad," he drawled. "I thought I just found the perfect woman.

Blade," she murmured with a sweet, ingenuous gaze, sliding her arms around his neck in sensual welcome, "do you promise not to think too badly of me even if I like it?" A smile curved his lips. "My lady," he replied huskily, "I have every intention of making sure you like it exceedingly.

I've been wanting to do this all night. Give me those luscious—" He ripped the front of her bodice open, freed her breasts, and buried his face between them. "Mmmm. God, I could devour you," he moaned as his hot, wet mouth captured her nipple. Bel gasped then let out a low, breathless laugh of delirious pleasure.

Their bodies glided together in trembling harmony. Heated skin, rhythmic panting, slamming heartbeats. They made love as if their lives depended on it. Oh, God-Rohan! Yes, Kate, he whispered raggedly in smitten agreement. Oh... my... Surrender to me, he breathed against her lips.

Lucien?" "Yes, Alice?" Her heart was pounding, but she willed herself to muster the courage to reach out to him— unpredictable, dangerous as he was. "I think it's real.

Kisses were better than potions.

that the book is really good. and theres a prince in it to.

My contrariness kept Char laughing, and his goodness kept me in love.

But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles dusted his nose, and his eyes said he was sorry for me to go.

Amor (qué placer escribir esta palabra), amor, amor...

Drualt cleared his throat and began the traditional stanzas from Drualt. They hadn't been said at weddings in his day, naturally, but they'd been said in Bamarre for centuries now. "Drualt took Freya's warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it . . ." Drualt's voice wavered. He pulled a handkerchief from the pouch at his waist and blew his nose. Then he began again.

We kissed and were wed.

Time seems to slow down after the winter holiday. New York loses all of its winter romance and is just cold.

I love Massachusetts for a number of reasons. I once loved a magical girl who lived in a magnificently converted barn, a half-hour or so from Boston. I love your winters. I love the snow.

We are wired to find love.