Quotes About Romance

He put a ring in the toe of a stocking. On Christmas Eve, we opened our stockings and it was there at the bottom of the toe. Then he got down on his knees and he was shaking.

I didn't just dip my toe into the pool of romantic comedies.

I want someone who can keep me on my toes, has a good sense of humor and a good heart.

I love not knowing what's going to happen next. With work, you never know. You rehearse and strive and get it right sometimes, and still you never know. Some people are like that with their marriages. They work and strive and labour and toil at them. God, what a bore! What an unromantic bore!

It's a given that we exist in a world where we have to live in continuity every day; no one is immune to that, in life or romance novels. By the same token, it's not something I find terribly important.

It's a different thing to write a love story now than in the time of Jane Austen, Eliot, or Tolstoy. One of the problems is that once divorce is possible, once break-ups are possible, it can all become a little less momentous.

Affairs have been going on since Tolstoy.

This is a conjuring trick, enabling Fitzgerald to have it both ways. The insufficiency of language becomes, in his hands, not a tragedy of human inarticulacy, but a romance of possibility.

You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs.

I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it's perfect... As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs.

Any man in love with Cesare is already half in love with his sister. Now, when [Pedro Calderon] shuts his eyes, he cannot see anything else.

I was a poet when I loved him.

Such cool courtesy, Alicia!' Jean-Marc drawled with soft mockery. "Where is the Snow Queen now?' 'Marshalling her forces!' she snapped. 'Have I scattered them, cherie?' he murmured. 'No, you have not!' she said angrily. 'I just didn't expect to have to fight when I arrived here! This is a romantic weekend for me!' "Not any more,' he drawled. "From the minute I kissed you this afternoon, it became war. Our war, Alicia. Our private war..." -JeanMark & Alicia

Perfect Timing" The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch: stripping off at the sea's edge, it fell into the dark as I swam out into a night thick with stars, with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn. Imagine it now, plunged deep in cool sand, still hidden years later, grains ticking over it one by one— as your hands slide into me and I move to their pulse.

Sadly, however, the sight of her generous D cups no longer sparked an ounce of interest from Little Sam, the man in charge of social activities.

She glanced up into his face. He was looking down at her, his mouth soft, his expression indulgent. If his expression was anything to go by, he was going to be a very generous lover. The corners of his mouth eased into a smile. "Very generous." She tried to put resentment into her tone, but she didn't think she was too successful. "You peeked into my mind." His finger wove through a curl at her temple. "That seems inevitable between us.

I love you: You imagine hearing the words from someone not related to you, someone not your best friend, but when someone you love, someone you dream about, actually says them, it makes your body melt and your breath get caught in your chest.

I love you." You imagine hearing the words from someone related not related to you, someone not your best friend, but when someone you love, you dream about, actually says them, it makes your body melt and your breath get caught in your chest. "You love me?" I asked, leaning toward him. He nodded. "Say it again" I said. I let my knee bump against his. "I love you," he repeated.

You don't just decide to have sex because you feel like having sex. You decide to have sex once you realize you're in love with someone and want to express that love physically.

I want to make love to you. Will you let me?

Don't worry, darling. I only want you for your mind.

I love you, Taylor Carmichael Corretti. I love you for better and for worse—preferably worse, by the way." His eyes glittered into hers. "I love a bad girl. Think about it—if I marry you we can spend the rest of our lives shocking people.