Quotes About Romance

When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat, eager to touch his flesh and feel his heart beat against her hand. He moved over her and looked down at her with eyes dark with passion. "I have missed you," he said. "God, how I have missed you." "Show me," she said, and sighed with happiness when he put his hand on her ankle and began to slide it up her leg.

And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question - one Colin Bridgerton - felt precisely the same way.... ....His earth shook, his heart leaped, and Penelope knew without a doubt that his breath was taken away as well. For a good ten seconds. Falling off a horse tended to do that to a man.

Love is blind," Harriet quipped. "But not illiterate," Elizabeth retorted.

Tell me something wicked.

He wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.

But when Anthony kissed her, she felt as if she were losing her mind. And when he kissed her twice, she wasn't even sure if she wanted it back!

This thing between them, this bond—it wasn't just passion, and it wasn't wicked. It was love, and it was divine.

Happy endings are all I can do. I wouldn't know how to write anything else.

And for the rest of the night, he couldn't quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

Did you wonder?" he whispered. "Did you leave me and wonder what I hadn't told you?" He leaned in, just so she'd feel his lips move whisper-light against her ear. "Did you want to know what I did when I was wicked? Do you want me to tell you?" he murmured. He felt her jerk slightly in surprise, and he chuckled. "Not about them, Francesca. You. Only you." -Michael Stirling

When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.

Reformed rakes make the best husbands,"Violet said. "Rubbish and you know it." -Anthony to Violet

Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it.

Daphne felt something wild and wicked take hold. "Let's walk in the garden," she said softly. "We can't." "We must." "We can't.

Miss. My. Wife.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"-he leaned and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn-"an most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore.

Don't look so upset," Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. "You're quite a catch." He looked at her assessingly. "Is one meant to say such things quite so directly?" She shrugged. "Not to men one is trying to impress." "Touché, Miss Bridgerton." She sighed happily. "My three favorite words." Of that, he had no doubt.

In his heart, she'd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.

There are moments in a woman's life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems uncommonly pink and perfect, when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.

He would not give her up,he could not.For the first time in his life he'd found someone who filled all the empty spaces in his heart

People will think you're courting me.' 'Nonsense, everyone knows I don't court respectable women.