Quotes About Romance

Love had taken her quite unawares.

And he must have felt her desire. And her surrender. He might have made her his.

Light flirtation was in danger of giving way to something less comfortable.

She loved him, Christina thought quite consciously. She was in love .

But if he let himself think too deeply, he could still dream of finding someone like her.

It did not seem at all unnatural . . . to have Piers encircle her waist with one arm and draw her protectively against his side.

I fell in love with you when I saw you that summer, he said. I adored you for years afterward. You were so lovely, so pure, so totally unattainable.

You must not look for a grand romance, you know, however much you always enjoy it between the pages of a book.

I loved you passionately. I always dreamed of your loving me, far back where dreams are kept.

Never the end, my love. Now that I have you at last. Only beginnings.

unguarded moment she pictured herself waltzing with Viscount Whitleaf

One day I am going to share the sort of love with a man that poets write of.

Is there any chance at all that you still feel— I do. So do I, she said. They had understood each other perfectly. I love you. So do I. I love you too. Will you marry me? Yes.

Women like to be pursued. Women like occasionally to be caught without their chaperones. Now go to her.

The heavens are about to open. I think you must prepare for a wicked night of sin with me, Mrs. Ingram. We seem to have a habit of getting ourselves into such situations during rain storms, do we not?

Will you take a chance on me, then, Diana? Will you marry me and give me a chance to shower your universe with stars? And to cram an eternity into what is left of a lifetime? Will you let those children you want be mine too? I would strongly advise you to say no.

He opened his mouth over hers.

And in the very center of her vision—and of her heart and her life—Gerard, the man she had always loved and always would.

She wished that somewhere in her future there could be a man who would make the world an exciting place in which to live.

set out to net him. She had her godmother and his

Acaso existía el amor verdadero? La vida sería muy triste si no existiera... En realidad, sería insoportable si los desengaños del amor romántico convirtieran a una persona en una cínica incurable.

He had glanced hastily around, but there were other riders in sight. He had had to content himself with lifting her hand, drawing her glove down to bare her wrist, and pressing his lips to the pulse there.

That night had been the beginning of an idyllic few months. They had already been friends. Now they were also deeply in love.

And he had kissed her with as much hunger as she had felt. For the minute or two that they were in each other's arms, she was sure, the years had been swept back for both of them.