Quotes About Romance

Wahrscheinlich werde ich jede Nacht von dir träumen, sagte er. Und wenn ich aufwache, weiß ich, dass der beste Teil des Tages schon vorbei ist. Das hast du irgendwo gelesen. Hab ich nicht.

The passion I feel for you is more than you're prepared for. - Eric

Love hits you when you least expect it, grabs you, sucks you in whole, and twists you around until you could hardly breathe. Love hurts like a sucker punch, that's both glorious and beautiful. Falling for Summer was like that for me, every time.

Mistletoe, said Kian, leading me to a spot in the center of the garden. He kissed me softly. I hear it means something in your world.

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But it was more than that. Paris represented life, sensuality, freedom, and fun. And that somehow made it impossible.

To die for the one you loved was an effort too sweet for words.

I plan on flirting shamelessly, so it's a good thing you'll be up here. Flirt? Naturally, I have to distract him while he's playing, and what better way than with a casual flirtation? Distract him some other way! What other way? I don't know.You could...you could drop something on him. Red squinted thoughtfully. Yes! Scald him with tea. During a game? I want him to finish playing, not leap up and run from the room. Then think of something else.

Gregor, have you ever been in love? No, I've never been that foolish.

This is the woman I'm t' marry! Where have ye been all me life, me love? And without a blink, I replied, Don't start with me, ye scoundrel! If ye come with an empty purse, ye can leave now, fer I'd rather be unwed than unfed.

By Ra, you're an impertinent, saucy—" "Careful, Hurst. We just kissed, so according to you, I shall now interpret every thing you say in a very negative manner and might burst into tears and run shrieking off to a convent.

You,my lord, are giving me goose bumps. Every beautiful woman deserves to be clothed in no less.

When she returned, he would take great delight in showing her how much he loved the morning, when the air held a tang of freshness and the early light dispelled all shadows.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and thrust it wantonly inside her mouth over and over, echoing the enticing move of his hips against hers. She clutched him closer, reveling in the feel of him, and the fact that she'd made him moan for her, whisper her name over and over, beg her without words for more. To kiss him more. To touch him more.

Instantly, Lucinda fell to the floor in a swoon - Bronwyn groaned. Not again !

With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.

Roland was brave an romantic, and his speech imploring Lucinda to flee with him had filled Bronwyn's eyes with tears. I wish I knew a Roland. During her unpleasant season, she'd come to realise that the world was woefully short of Rolands.

They make a lovely couple, my lord," Jameson said, fishing in his pocket for a clean handkerchief. He found one and handed it to the duke. "Indeed they do," the duke said, blowing his nose rather loudly. "They will be even lovelier once they're properly married!

All my happiness seems caught up in one of your smiles. - Jered Mandeville, 'Upon a Wicked Time

To you." He kissed her mouth, then nipped her lower lip lightly. "With you, for you. In you.

Aaron always maintained that genre writers were formulaic, predictable and had no respect for Craft. And romance was the least appealing of all the genres. Why bother reading a book when you knew what the outcome would be?

That's when you fall in love with somebody. The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him—that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out. You know that, Liddie. That high never, ever lasts.

The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him - that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out.

that was more than love. That was being in love. It was so tangible I could almost touch it with my hands. I could bite it with my teeth.