Quotes About Romance

Finn leaped from his horse to greet Enna, and she entwined herself into him, their arms around each other, their faces close. Thoug they did not kiss, Rin thought that the way they looked at each other was even more intimate. 'Let's get married,' Enna was saying with yearning in her voice. 'Please, let's get married right now.' Finn put his face into her neck and whispered something that made her hum.

Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.

until Miri could not help it any longer and she laughed out loud. The sound broke the game. Peder looked at her. He reached out, and she thought he meant to grab her straw or perhaps yank her hair as he used to when they were little. But her put his hand behind her head and, leaning forward, pulled her face to his. He kissed her. One long, slow kiss.

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens

He had the kind of face you wanted to kiss — lips, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, everywhere except his chin. That you wanted to bite.

Besides being witty and funny and maybe the best novel ever written, it's also the most perfect romance in all of literature and nothing in life can ever measure up, so I spend my life limping in its shadow.

Loan me your lace of yellow, sister Lend me your fine kid gloves Tonight is the bridal ball, sister Tonight I'll meet my love Present me a sash of blue, sister Gift me a ribbon of white My love awaits me below, sister I am a bride tonight

I want to be happy. I used to want Mr. Darcy, laugh at me if you want, or the idea of him. Someone who made me feel all the time like I felt when I watched those movies.

No one just falls in love, you idiot.

No, she wasn't going to go to Martin's, curse him, but she wasn't going to run back to her room either, if just to spite Mr. Nobley. The man deserved to be spited. Or spitted. Or both.

Romance. That seemed silly.... Now-so cheap, mass market-, high-discount. It was temporary insanity caused by the brain. It was a biological trick to ensure the survival of the species.

I've been shot through the heart, men! Never have I seen such smoldering beauty.

Well, write me into the list of Those Who Don't Mind a Bit," said Cupid, eyeing his perfectly toned arms and chest. "My, but he will break a few hearts.

If you two are done playing kissy-face," she said, tugging on the rope.

And Pride and Prejudice was the most stunning, bite-your-hand romance ever, the kind that stared straight into Jane's soul and made her shudder.

Jane looked at everything, smiling at the amusement park novelty of it all. She looked at Mr. Nobley. He was beaming at her. At last. "You are stunning," he said, and every inch of him seemed to swear that it was true. "Oh," she said. He kissed her gloved fingers. He was still smiling. There was something different about him tonight, and she couldn't place what it was.

Thank you, sir. Thus far the highlight of my stay has been making love to you." Mr. Nobley bowed in acknowledgment. The conversation completely quieted.

I love you, you're perfect, you're everything, you toast my marshmallows, baby.)

You be Europa, and I'll be your Jupiter

I'm supposed to leave tomorrow," she said, "but I can stay a couple more days, change my flight. I could find a hotel in London, far away from Wattlesbrook's scope of vision, and I could see you. Just hang out a bit before I go home, no weirdness, no pressure, I promise." He smiled broadly. "That's an offer I can't refuse because I'm simply mad to see you in pants. I have a feeling you have a very nice bum.

Charlotte couldn't allow herself to dwell on how it felt to hold Eddie's hand - as if all that mattered in the world were expressed in that touch; as if she would be safe and happy forever because this wonderful man wanted to be beside her; as if doves had come to nestle and coo beseechingly in her bosom. No, she really couldn't allow herself to dwell on that, especially if doves were involved. Doves crossed the line. As they often do.

Martin of Sheffield, Age Twenty-Nine He kissed her like she knew she was meant to be kissed. He smelled of gardens, tricked her brain into believing she was irresistible, and made the idea of falling in love seem possible again. But really he was an actor posing as a gardener, who posed as a gentleman during balls in an Austenland estate where she'd gone to find out if she could let her fantasy of Mr. Darcy die at last. Seriously. Also, he turned out to be a jackass.

Apple smiled at Hunter. And then—yes—she batted her eyelashes. He put a fist on his hip. "Of course! I—" "But no shirt-ripping, if you please," Raven said. "Just the chopping.

Things are't working out so well, and each time the men in your life dissapoint you, you let Mr. Dary in a little bit more. Perhaps you've come tot he point where you're so attached to the idea of that scoundrel, you wont be satisfied with anything less.