Quotes About Romance

I had fun. That's what I believe in. Fun, flings, the sizzle. It starts as a shiver, when you see a man for the first time. And then he meets your eye and the shiver runs down your back and becomes a sizzle in your stomach and you think 'I want to dance with that man.' You dance, you have a cocktail or two, you flirt.

I now know exactly why they started the tradition of being apart the night before your wedding. It's nothing about romance, or sex, or being chaste, or whatever. It's so you don't have a row and stomp up the aisle seething at your bridegroom, planning all the home truths you're going to tell him as soon as you get this wedding bit out of the way.

She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone else. Sometimes she feels frightened. He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her.s

I want him. I'm sorry? I peer at her, flicking my mobile open out of habit. The man I just met. I felt it, right here. The sizzle. She presses her concave stomach. I want to dance with him.

Oh, please. If she's going to use Mr. Darcy to prop up her arguments, I give up.

I can do this, I tell myself firmly. I can be attracted to him. It's just a matter of self control and possibly also getting very drunk. So I lift my glass and take several huge gulps. I can feel the bubbles surging into my head, singing happily I'm going to be a millionaire's wife! I'm going to be a millionaire's wife! And when I look back at Tarquin, he already looks a bit more attractive. Alcohol is obviously going to be the key to our marital status.

When I was your age, if a boy behaved badly, one simply scored his name out from one's dance card. (Sadie Lancaster - to Lara Lington)

But... we'll always have Paris. I pause, thinking this through. At least, you'll have it. And you can tell me about it.

Our eyes met in the math class. How were we to know that trigonometry would lead to matrimony?

You looked like you wanted to jump his bones right there! Jump his bones? Sadie frowns. What do you mean? ...It's like a pajama party. Except you take off your pajamas. Oh that. Her face clicks with recognition. You call it 'jumping his bones'? Sometimes. I shrug. What an odd phrase. We used to call it sex. Oh. I say, discomfited. Well we do too- Or barney-mugging, she adds.

We'll always have jazz

He leans forward, and this time there's no hesitation. His mouth lands on mine, sweet and firm. He's kissing me. Jack

true love isent true unless it lasts forever

Yes, I made the mistake of falling in love with a man without any feelings. Now it all makes sense.

Some time in the early hours of the morning, I find myself staring at him in the dim bedroom light, at the strong, lithe form of him. His back has a curve to it like the sweep of a boat. I steal out a hand to stroke it, wondering whether he's awake, when he turns and his eyes glint at me. "Do you sail?" I say, half sleepily. "No. Used to row, though." "Huh." I nod my head: That makes sense.

Laki-laki yang ingin menikah akan melamar. Kau tidak perlu membaca tanda-tandanya. Mereka melamar, dan itulah tanda-tandanya.

Oh, God. Full crush alert. Full, one hundred percent, old-fashioned adolescent crush.

She's gazing up at Eddie as though no one else exists, and I suddenly feel a little pang. They really are in love. I can see the antagonism slowly melting away in their eyes. It's like witnessing a chemical reaction in a test tube.

knight in shining armor is not a realistic option. But there's a part of me that wants a huge, amazing romance. I want passion. I want to be swept off my feet. I want an earthquake, or a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I don't know, a huge whirlwind Ã¢â'¬Â¦ something exciting. Sometimes I feel as if there's this whole new, thrilling life waiting for me out there, and if I can just—

God, love is crap. It's crap.

What distinguishes all love from lust is the fact that it bears an impress of eternity.

He who does not know how to encircle a girl so that she loses sight of everything he does not want her to see, he who does not know how to poetize himself into a girl so that it is from her that everything proceeds as he wants it-he is and remains a bungler

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love

I adore you, my greatest love, as only through you I can find my moment's eternity.