Quotes About Romance

She recognized the signs of danger. When she'd said to the duke that she had a certain effect on men, she hadn't been exaggerating. It was not every man and it was not all the time, but when the effect happened, proposals flew like confetti and all parties involved usually ended up feeling quite mortified.

She wanted to run her hands over him as he whispered the impassioned corollaries of non-Euclidean geometry.

Something that will make my kisses taste like chocolate.

He kissed her on her ear, a kiss with the barest hint of moisture to it. She could not breath for the electricity of it, a violent spark of pleasure that shook and scarred. His fingers caressed her shoulders. His lips pressed into her exposed nape. Dark, hot sensations spiked into her.

You know what I think about when I'm alone and you are far away?" he murmured. "I think about you, naked, under the sun." He licked her nipple. She whimpered. "Not the English sun, mind you, because it is never adequate. But the sun over the Arabian sea. Or the sun of the south of France. Light brilliant enough to shatter mirrors. And you, naked, in that light, your thighs open this wide—

So . . . you want me to fall in love with you, while you play kissing games with another girl?

He kissed the shell of her ear. "Then let me tell you this: I live for you and you alone.

She should laugh at such ambitions on his part: nothing about him held any romance for her, not his crown, not his black heart, not his beautiful liar's face.

Two characters and sexy banter do not a book make, damn it.

Perhaps he should have brought her something. Flowers. Or cake, if she had managed to reverse Maximum Tolerable Chins.

This damsel loves rescuing princes in distress.

Lexington, met the man who would inspire four long years of unrequited love on her part, she was thinking about fossils. She didn't have any

As she left, he began playing something as soft and haunting as the last roses of summer. She recognized it in two bars: Liebesträume. He and Mrs. Rowland had played it together that first night of their acquaintance. Even Gigi, incompetent musician that she was, could pick out that melody on the piano with one hand. Dream of Love. All that she ever had with him.

It might be nice to have my own place if I should have a gentleman caller

Father was made for romance. For him there was no such thing as a fact.

El amor es como un viento que agita la hierba debajo de los árboles en una noche oscura (…). No debe usted tratar de convertirlo en algo definido.

Swearing, he fisted a hand in her short hair, yanked her head back and slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him, humming with delight and Law was cursing himself even as he gorged on her taste. Fuck, she was sweet—hot, sweet, and perfect.

Their first kiss had been a mix of fury and frustrated passion. This one wouldn't be like that. He'd kiss her the way he should have kissed her to begin with.

Oh, sweet Jesus, English, I'm in love with you! Isn't that reason enough to marry me and put me out of my misery? - Rafael pg 451

You listen to me, woman: you're mine! I'll not share you and, by God, we shall be married!" His mouth came down hard on hers and his lips crushed hers as he stamped his possession on her startled mouth.

When night falls, I ache for you.You are like a fever that has entered my brain and though i try to escape you, though I tell myself I am mad, that nothing good can come from it, that you are like all the others, that you will betray and cause me nothing but pain, in the end I am left with only a gnawing desire to have you in my arms,to kiss you...to make love to you." -Brett Dangermond

His mouth left her lips, traveling with a trail of fire down her neck to her breast, and breathlessly Nicole whispered, "Don't, please, Christopher, don't do this to me." He stopped and stared up at her, beguiled and enchanted by the beautiful features so near him. "Stop?" he muttered thickly. "I cannot. You say you do not want me. But you lie, Nicole, you have always lied. If you did not want me, this would not happen." - Nicole & Christopher

Freud said he did not know what a woman wanted. Most husbands say the same. Ready for it, guys? The answer is to be chosen. To be intensely desired. To be lusted after. A woman's primary need is to be desired.

I had half hoped that he would be so swayed by my charms that he would propose to me on the spot—even though I had no intention of accepting