Quotes About Romance

You are looking well, Mr. Nobley," Miss Heartwright was saying. Jane nearly gasped. Who said such things to that man?

I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

Awh hell," muttered Drake, "do you do that to all the human women?" "No, usually they've started taking their clothes off by now. She's beginning to hurt my feelings." (Logan) "We need to get you a paper bag or a scar or something. (Drake) "Yeah," he said in a dry tone. "I'll get right to work on that." (Helen spellbound-meeting Logan the Vampire for the first time)

He must have screwed hundreds of girls in his effort to get that chick out of his system. Hadn't worked so far, but hey. He was nothing if not persistent.

Kevin slapped a box of hot dogs down on the rock. "What the hell was that?" "A kiss. It's something guys like me do with girls we like. But don't worry, someday you'll find one drunk enough to let you try it.

Oh yes, Sean Kowalski. Your amazing kisses have made all rational thought fly out of my besotted brain. If only you could fill me with your magic penis, I know we'll fall madly in love and live happily ever after.

I'm having a cheeseburger," Anna said. "With fries smothered in vinegar and salt." "I told you I wouldn't kiss you again. You don't have to poison your mouth." "Very funny. What are you having?" "Something with onions and garlic.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into the face of the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. "Just promise to love me forever." "This is one story that's going to have a happy ending," he told her, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

The women in this town are going to be so disappointed you're off the market." "There are other women in this town besides you?

I want to kiss you because it's the only damn thing I can think about. Every time I see you, I think about kissing you. Every time somebody says your name, I think about kissing you. Every single night when my head hits the pillow and I close my eyes, I think about kissing you.

There was no way I could forget, since I've done nothing but think about it since I got out of your car last night. I thought about kissing you for the rest of the night. I dreamed about it. And kissing you was the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes this morning.

Then he lifted his head and looked down into her face. "Before we go any further, one more thing." She groaned. "Seriously?" "One wisecrack about a magic penis," he warned, "and I don't care if I have to dump ice cubes down my pants, I'll walk away. Bowlegged, probably, but I'll walk." She laughed and slid her hands under her back to undo her bra. "I'll try to contain myself.

They really are good together, though I'm not sure they see it." She chuckled. "Leave it to my granddaughter to accidently choose Mr. Right to be her fake fiancé.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Her big green eyes drove all conventional greetings clean out of his mind. Oh, what the hell? he thought savagely, and bent his head to kiss her. 'G-Giovanni!' The suitcase fell uselessly from her hand and her fingertips went straight up to his shoulders, biting into the sensually scented leather with an abandon which gathered momentum with each thrust of his tongue as he kissed her with shameless abandon.

She shook her head, but it was too late, and he was pulling her into his arms and bending his head to hers and she supposed that she could have stopped him. Should have stopped him. But no power in the world could have prevented her lips from parting in a sharp little gasp of remembered pleasure as he drove his mouth down like a man who had been starved of kisses.

Electra Gates would never concern herself with how much lard should be in pie dough, I thought; but then, I was not Electra Gates. I wanted pie, something that didn't seem to interest romantic heroines.

He turned toward the door, but lingered on the threshold, seeming to want to say more. 'You should not let just anyone kiss your hand, you know,' he said, the mock seriousness still in his voice. 'Greta will tell you that. And definitely no kissing anywhere off the dance floor—in the gardens, for instance, or in empty hallways when no one else is near.' I believe she's covered that in one of her lectures,' I said demurely.

Love is a popular romantic notion that leads to nothing but its own brand of misery.

I loved old black and white movies, especially the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers musicals. I loved everything about them - the songs, the music, the romance and the spectacle. They were real class and I knew that I wanted to be in that world.

Romulan or Vulcan?' the ushers asked each guest. Marion, who had been poised to say 'friends of the bride' had responded to the question with an open-mouthed stare, and Jay Omega answered, 'Klingon!" which got them seats in the back row of the Romulan side.

I'm not cynical about marriage or romance. I enjoyed being married. And although being single was fun for a while, there was always the risk of dating someone who'd owned a lunch box with my picture on it.

Now I understood there was something stronger than fate. Choice. It was ugly and quotidian and lacked romance, and that was exactly what gave it its strength.