Quotes About Romance

I would give up all the summers of eternity for you. I love you. Forever and my summer days, I'll love you.

I love you. At your best and your worst, I love you. Paris or Darkfrith. Here, there, and everywhere, I love you.

You deserve someone who loves you without conditions. Who would never look at another woman for the rest of his life with anything but indifference, because you are the sum of his dreams. The one girl whose eyes shine with all the days and nights he prays will come. His stars and his sun and his moon. His happiness, his true heart. His voice roughened. His everything. She gazed up at him, her lips trembling. Is that it? Is that how you feel about her? Yes, he said, and dropped his hands.

I want you in the sky, and against the earth. I want to kiss you again, I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms and I want to hear you gasping my name when I'm inside you. I want all that, and I want it badly. Every time I look at you, I want it. -Kit to Rue

It's going to be this way, you know. Forever and a day, we'll be watched and followed, studied and analyzed. I fear you'll know no peace with me." "Peace," she scoffed, light—but her heart was pounding, fierce and strong. "What a tedious notion. Who requires peace, when one may have Colonel Jack Astor?

Draven gave her a long look. "I see Lord Jasper chose well." "I don't understand." "It's obvious he cares for you, and I see why." Her cheeks flushed warmly. "You're braver than you look. What is that line from Shakespeare? And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Unclenching her hands, she wrapped them around his bare back, pulling his chest against hers. "I love you, Ewan Mostyn." He shifted to look down at her, and the movement made her grimace with pain. "I have to say I don't know why anyone should want to couple like this. Are you certain we are doing it properly?" He chuckled, a sound she had rarely heard from him. "It will be better for you next time.

You don't like it?" she asked. "I do. But you make me forget that I must behave." Lorrie looked into his eyes, which were a shade darker than the summer sky she was used to. "Oh, don't behave. I am so weary of always behaving." "Good.

We're lost in each other, in the heart of Toronto, slow dancing to nothing but the beat of my heart and the sound of her breath on my neck. I know the subway trains are trembling beneath my feet and that we're amidst the constant buzz of city life, yet I hear nothing but my heart beating and feel nothing but her breath on my neck.

Lovers do things together! They rent videos, they ride Ferris wheels, they go out for pizza, they play Scrabble. They . . . they talk!' 'Talk?' He lifted his head and frowned, his eyes puzzled. 'We talk all the time, Raine. I've never had such talkative sex.' 'That's just it!' She wiggled, flailed, but couldn't budge him. 'Two minutes alone with you, and I'm flat on my back. Every single time!' A slow, knowing grin spread over his face. 'Is this your way of telling me you want to be on top?

You hair looks verily like spun gold, he said, and then laughed. I sound like every smitten lover since the world was green. Why must the language of love be so threadbare? There ought to be a way to tell you how I feel without evoking so many echoes, so many ghosts.

When our focus is on seeking, perfecting, or clinging to romance, the charge is often generated by instability, rather than by an authentic connection with another person.

Of course, sir. Since royalty never, ever falls for a commoner. Your shaykhah is so very royal, after all.

With a smile, Jack sheathed himself with a condom from the nightstand, then rolled on top of her, a steamy kiss on his lips as he covered her mouth. A new swell of desire rolled in her belly as Jack probed at her entrance.

Then too, and this was as romantic as the others, Briartree was the only thing she had ever really owned. Everything else had more or less been lent her; so it seemed. But this was hers, earned by blood, the only good she ever got from being kin to her mother.

So, hoss. Have you actually told her you're in love with her?" "She won't let me. When I tried, she threw me down a flight of stairs." "And you're not concerned about that?" "There weren't that many steps.

You sniffed her ass, didn't you?" Conall didn't even bother hiding his grin.

When love wasn't fun, it was just boring and dull and achy.

And then I realized that my sister was trying to LIVE a romance novel. Man, that takes courage and imagination. Well, it also took some degree of mental illness, too, but I was suddenly happy for her. And a little scared. Well, a lot scared.

If you really want a woman to love you, then you have to dance. And if you don't want to dance, then you're going to have to work extra hard to make a woman love you forever, and you will always run the risk that she will leave you at any second for a man who knows how to tango.

Hey, Mom, I'm a married woman now. I want to have ten babies and live here forever and ever. How weird is that? It's almost ROMANTIC. And then I realized that my sister was trying to LIVE a romance novel. Man, that takes courage and imagination. Well, it also took some degree of mental illness, too, but I was suddenly happy for her. And a little scared.

As for romance, Frank had dated a few women over the years but found them to be too inconsistent and illogical, so he dated a few men and found them to be even more random and frightening.

4. On the first night of our honeymoon we lie in bed, too exhausted for sex or conversation. Instead, we listen to the surf, wave after wave after wave.

She kissed him like he was a warrior; she kissed him like she was a warrior.