Quotes About Romance

Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers? Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.

But the bond—the bond of romantic love is something else. It has so little to do with propinquity or habit or space or time or life itself. It leaps across all of them, like a rainbow—or a glance.

But do not confuse romance with love. I know how to love." She stood up. "I fear your romance is largely an indulgence, and indulgence is selfishness and has to be paid for.

For a wild moment he thought of friendship, a closeness better than romance, cleaner and more honest; then it disappeared.

The kind of man one falls in love with is usually entertaining, witty, and handsome; but equally often he has no means to support one, is highly unreliable

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.

He bent close to me, and suddenly kissed me, in a manner that seemed entirely childlike and also a bit European.

His beauty has always maddened me. I think I idealize him in my mind when I'm not with him; but then when I see him again I'm overcome.

I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me. 'Let's go to bed,' he said softly.

You gave me your immortal kiss.

Davis was a beautiful black vampire, and Killer had loved him.

We were in Paris. And we were going to live forever.

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life. Even

My Beloved. It made her think of beautiful music, of elegant gentleman in old movies she saw on late night television. Of voices from another time, soft and distinct, the very words like kisses.

Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this.

Through a haze I saw the shape of him as he grew nearer to me. I felt his hands cup my face and turn it towards him. I saw the glimmer of his blue eyes, wintry flames, indistinct yet burning fiercely.

The air was rushing past me. I was clinging to him, though I don't think I needed to, and we were out in the night, and we were moving towards the clouds.

It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

You gave my your immortal kiss.

I vowed that every time I came to them I would light one hundred candles. It would be a small proof of my undying love.

He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I'd held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.

I never found another like him, with so much passion and so many happy delusions, but then I never much looked.

But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come back in a great burst of glory. Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you.