Quotes About Romance

Why does my name sound so pretty when he says it?" -Maisie

Growing up, I had one very specific idea of what a wedding should be, and that was the wedding of Fraulein Maria and Captain von Trapp in 'The Sound of Music.'

Gabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. "Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?

Marry me, Esme. Please. Honor me. I will honor you as your husband never did. Our marriage would be a remedy against sin, if anyone could ever call it a sin to love you." Sebastian Bonnington to Esme Rawlings

He said it aloud, because there was no reason to be silent. "I am - undone. She has undone me." And his hand closed around the glass slipper.

She'd always thought that a broken heart sounded rather romantic. But in truth it was physical. Her whole chest ached, as if she'd been struck with a knife. With all her witless calculations about how to make a man desire her, she'd never realized that the most important thing was to make him like her. Or even love her. What a fool she was.

I may not have been the first to wish to marry her, but I am the one who succeeded.

Gabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. "Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?" "I'm not your Kate," she said, feeling her lips curve. Her treacherous heart was no match for a flirtatious prince on a summer's day. "That's the odd thing," he said, lying on his back again and shading his eyes with an arm. "You are, you are, you are.

How can I not think of you as Daisy when your hair is all about your face like the petals of a flower?" He crouched down on his heels before her chair and picked up a thick curl. "It's glossy, like sunshine.

You're so beautiful," he said, truth echoing in every hoarse word. "Just look at you, Daisy. All satin skin and long limbs, and those gorgeous breasts like the apples Eve offered Adam." Her eyes widened. "Eve didn't offer Adam her breasts, silly." James rose up, straddling her with a knee on either side of her hips. "Maybe she did. Maybe these are the apples of paradise. Breasts like yours, the perfect size, delicious, designed to drive a man mad.

Just before he opened the door, he stopped and dropped a kiss on her nose. "If I were to marry anyone, Linnet, it would be you." "I always knew these breasts would come in handy," she said with satisfaction.

My wife is a lovely, intelligent woman. She has the kind of curves that a man longs to find in his bed. I may not have been the first to wish to marry her, but I am the one who succeeded." To his total astonishment, he discovered that he meant every word.

The Earl of Mayne's kisses would never be called objectionable. They were so sophisticated and sleek, persuasive and delicate, that Helene didn't mind them - much. It was just that she really wanted to get back to Rees. She had a thought about the score he had given her. "I must go," she said, pulling back. And then added, "alas.

To have him walk toward her with that intent look on his face, as if nothing in the world could satisfy him but her. Damn

Nothing I do is princely since I met you

When you fall in love, your heart will pound so much you won't be able to throw a mouse let alone a cow pat. I don't think I could throw a mouse now. I dislike the idea of scrabbling little feet in my palm, unless they are yours, of course.

From here she could see miles of dark emerald forest with just a few birds erupting from its depths like flying fish skimming an ocean ... 'Annabel!' Ewan called. She looked down. He was standing in water, after all. So without a moment's trepidation, she launched herself from the downed carriage, coming home to his arms with all the security and the pleasure of child leaping from the second stair.

I saw the way Rathbone looked at you," he said, taking a little nip at the delicate curve of her ear. She gave a little squeak, so he did it again, feeling the tremor that ran through her body. "He wants you. I saw the way you were laughing together. He was seeing you for the first time, the way I did." "Amazing how many blind men there are in London," she said.

He put his feet down into the little puddle she'd chosen. They were huge next to hers, and they both stared for a moment. Then he moved in one smooth motion to her rock. // "What are you doing?" she gasped, just like the heroine in a bad play.

He woke from a dream in which Edith raised her arms to him, the liquid gold of her hair tumbling almost to her waist. 'Ah, darling,' he had been telling her, 'I am looped in the loops of your hair.' Had he said that aloud? He would never do something so imbecilic. He really had lost his mind.

Just kissing, forty-one days' worth of kisses, nights' worth of kisses, morning kisses, luncheon kisses, twilight kisses.

His wife would be his wife for years. He thought he might like her to kiss him good bye when she was leaving a room. Her lips were delectable. They could work on that later.

Don't make me Romeo

I don't just want to kiss you, Stella. I want to ravish you.