Quotes About Romance

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.

How can a guy climb trees, say "Me, Tarzan, you, Jane", and make a million?

?Kyo-kun and Tohru sitting in a tree... K-I-S...? - Shigure Sohma

I fell in love underneath a tree.

We had the longest kisses under the Acacia tree.

When I found somebody who I fell in love with, it made me feel different than I felt the rest of the day. It was electrifying.

He's just not that into you if he's not asking you out. Because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out.

I do love Justin with all my heart and we have a lot of trust for each other.

Someone who knew me well once accused me of being unromantic. And that's probably true: I don't trust romance.

Lifting his head to gently kiss her lips, he whispered, "I trust you." Then he covered his own eyes with her satin mask.

Truth is, I don't mind getting a black eye or broken arm for a girl as long as she's there to kiss it after.

If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love.

If he didn't have Ronnie already in his arms he'd have assumed she'd just opened the door...and aged a few years. Wow, he thought in surprise, she's going to be hot when we hit fifty.

He leaned down to her ear and purred. Damn but she loved when he purred.

Gwen handed the bag to him. "Honey buns for my honey bun.

Kera went up on her toes and gave Vig a quick kiss, then she was gone. In the SUV and disappearing down the street. Vig walked back to his truck. That's when Stieg driely asked, "do you need another minute to blush coquettishly and dream about your white wedding?" As Vig walked around the front of his vehicle, he grabbed Steig by the hair and slammed him face-first into the hood.

True, Irene Conridge was a hell of a lot tougher than a battalion of well-trained Roman soldiers, but he was a descendant of barbarians…he'd get what he wanted. And he wanted her. So he'd have her—and she'd better be goddamn glad about it, too.

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And, sugar, if you're gonna sit out on that balcony at night, half-naked, smellin' so sweet and sighing like you just had the best fuck of your life, then you might as well put a leash around my neck and call me yours.

I've tried to deny it even to myself... My heart and soul are filled with you.

All at once, she was leaning into him, his hands were sliding into her hair, and they kissed, right there on the open deck, under the sails and the stars.

His mouth captured hers with a strong, soft heat and Celine discovered something far sexier than this man's voice or his body. His kiss. She never had the chance to think of a protest. To think at all. She had been kissed before, but never like this. It was neither awkward and teasing nor forceful and overpowering, but long, slow, confident, and devastating. It was as if he were binding them together, deftly drawing her soul into his.