Quotes About Romance

He'd mesmerized her, held her soul captive. And she couldn't move. "Unless you want more than a dream," he said. She did. "Will you stay?" he whispered. "Or will you go?" She stayed. Heaven help her, she stayed. And Michael showed her just how romantic a library could be.

Would you care to dance?" he blurted. "Now?" She smiled adorably. "Is there music?" There wasn't. It was some testament to how foolish in love he'd become that he did not even feel embarrassed.

I don't think Henrietta suits anyone," she replied. Then she offered him her cheeky smile, and Alex saw in an instant why Dunford was falling like a rock for this girl. She had spirit, and although she didn't realize it yet, she had beauty, and Dunford didn't have a chance.

And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.

His hand was on her arm, and he could feel her skin, feel the soft warmth of it, and then when he looked down, her face was tilted toward his, and her eyes, deep and blue but so completely unmysterious, were gazing up at him, and in truth there was no way—simply no way—he could do anything in that moment but kiss her. Anything else would have been a tragedy.

You'll marry the earl and carry on with the nephew on the side." "Grandmother!

His love hadn't been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he'd reached this moment, and he suddenly knew. He loved her.

He was hungry, needy, and he kissed her as if he would die without her, as if she were his very food, his air, his body and soul.

Many a woman has been ruined by a single kiss.

What are you doing?" she whispered against his lips. He gave her a lopsided grin, as one of his fingers slid inside. "Making you feel really, really good?" She moaned, which pleased him. If she'd managed intelligible speech he would have known he wasn't doing his job correctly. -Kate & Anthony

It occurred to Anthony that when she wasn't arguing with him, Kate Sheffield might bloody well be the finest woman in England.

Ella pareció indecisa, de modo que le tironeó la mano, acercándola más, no más de una pulgada, pero en cierto modo tuvo la impresión de que ella estaba a sólo la distancia de un beso.

I hope you will save me a dance.' 'Of course,' she said ... The other two ladies stood there, utterly still, eyes large and unblinking. It brought to mind a pair of ostriches, actually, and then Marcus realized what was expected of him. 'I hope you will all three save dances for me,' he said politely.

I love you," he whispered. "In all my life, its been only you.

He sighed, wondering how his life had been turned upside down by this woman in less than forty-eight hours. Correction: by this woman, a pig, and a rabbit.

The way he had always tried to tell her he loved her when she least expected it.

Tonight I am transformed," she whispered. "Tomorrow I shall disappear." Benedict drew her close and dropped the softest, most fleeting of kisses onto her brow. "Then we must pack a lifetime into this very night.

I would like to request the honor of your daughter's hand in marriage". Olivia gasped, then squealed, then jumped up and down, which turned out to be a bad idea. "Ow!" she yelped smacking her head on the window. She poked her head back out and beamed down at Harry with tears in her eyes. "Oh Harry", she signed.

Leaning forward, he set out to conquer Miss Henrietta Barrett the same way he'd conquered women across Britain. Simply by being himself.

What are you smiling about?" she asked. He drew back a few inches, cupping her face with both hands. "How did you know I was smiling?" "I could feel it on my lips." He brought a finger to those lips, tracing the outline, then running the edge of his fingernail along the plump skin. "You make me smile," he whispered. "When you don't make me want to scream, you make me smile." -Sophie & Benedict

The waltz allowed him to get just close enough to her to detect that maddening scent of lemons, and he inhaled it as if it would save his life.

You are so beautiful,' he whispered. She must have heard those words before, thousands of times, but he wanted her to hear them from *him*.

The topic of rakes has, of course, been previously discussed in this column, and This Author has come to the conclusion that there are rakes, and there are Rakes. Anthony Bridgerton is a Rake.

He was her other half, the spoon she was made to nestle into. They would be young together, and then they would grow old together. They would hold hands, and move to the country, and make lots and lots of babies.