Quotes About Romance

Do you think about making love with me?" I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her ... loving her. "Right now, muneca, makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind.

cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder.

I'm going to kiss you." "Here?" "Oh, yeah. Right here, right now.

For the record, I thought you were untouchable. But now that I know you think I'm a hot, sexy, Mexican god . .

No, la próxima vez que te bese durará un largo, largo tiempo. Y cuando lo hayamos hecho comprenderás que estar excitado no es sobre la experiencia.

Yeah, it does. You once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. You make me believe in love, which I'd given up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale

What's the real reason you came here?" "Because I wanted to show you how much I love you," I say. Alex blinks a couple of times, but beyond that he shows me no emotion. This time he lifts his shirt over his head. He flings it to the side, baring his bronzed, washboard stomach.

Est-ce que nous nous sommes embrassés, hier soir ? - Oui. - Eh bien, ça n'avait rien de mémorable, je ne m'en rappelle absolument pas. Alex éclate de rire. - Je rigole. Non, on ne s'est pas embrassés. Quand on le fera, tu t'en rappelleras. Toujours.

What did you come here for? And where's Enrique?" "He, uh, left," I say nervously. "I think I scared him away." "You? I don't think so." "I showed him what I was wearing under my coat." Alex's eyebrows shoot up.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else. "Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

I wasn't going to kiss you." "You wern't." "Nope. The next time I kiss you I'm gonna take my time...

You know, I heard once that kissin' reduces the fire." "Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss me?" He looks into my eyes, his dark gaze capturing mine. " Querida , I always want to kiss you.

I came to see a Latino wedding, and I expect to see one," I tell him. "And here I thought you were comin' to be with me." "You've got a big ego, Fuentes." "That's not all I've got." He backs me against my car, his breath warming my neck more than the midday sun.

Your turn." "Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question.

Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question. "Yes," she answers. "Do you think about making love with me?" I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her…loving her. "Right now, muñeca , makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else. " Como un ángel ," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

How was the kiss with Alex?" "Nice," I say, thinking about how sensual it was. "Actually, Isabel, it was more than nice. It was fucking incredible." Isabel starts laughing, and I laugh right along with her this time.

Si può chiamare anche zito, ma uno zito particolare, che marito non ci diventa mai. Non è cosa per tutti, ma a noi due basta e avanza così com'è: un tipo di innamurato che dà cuntintizza ed è questo che importa, la cuntintizza.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

We fall in love in favor of sexual urges.

Those who love deeply never grow old they may die of old age, but they die young.

Through this man [Launcelot] and me [Guenever] hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain.

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

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead, from itself never turning.