Quotes About Romance

One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he'd kissed her. And-

Most people don't laugh so much while they're kissing." He grinned boyishly and tweaked her nose. Belle tweaked his back. "They don't? How unfortunate for them.

I very specifically told you to stay away from Ned Blydon." "I chose not to follow your advice. Ned is a very nice person. Handsome, personable—a perfect escort." "That is precisely why I wanted you to keep him at arm's length.

And as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she had the strangest sensation, almost as if she could see her entire future laid out before her. Each day was richer and fuller than the last, and every day she was falling, falling, falling . . .

Every now and then she'd see a fine lady in a gorgeous gown that fit her to perfection. Such women didn't have feet, Henry decided. They had rollers - virtually gliding along. And wherever they went, a dozen besotted men followed.

He kissed her as if he could not get close enough, as if he could never get close enough. As if he would never let her go.

He was her love, and he would always be her love.

Just George? Farmer George? Come. Hide from the heavens with me.

And her lips, he realized now that she wasn't hurling insults at him, were utter perfection, full and pink, and touched with just the right sort of curve. They seemed to tell a man that she knew things, that she knew how to laugh, and if he only laid down his soul for her, she would light up his world with a single smile. Sarah Pleinsworth. Good God, had he lost his mind?

Have you heard of la petite mort?" "The little death?" "It's what the French call it. A metaphor, I assure you. I have always thought it more an affirmation of life. Or perhaps a reason for living." And then, with all the wicked promise he felt in his soul, he looked up at her through his lashes and murmured, "Shall I show you?

And then, very sweetly, he kissed her. It tasted like the past. It tasted like her very heart.

The first time you've been tied up?" He hesitated. She gasped. "Captain Ja— " "In this manner," he said quickly. And with great volume and emphasis, as if he needed to cut off her query about as much as he needed, for example, air. Her eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?" "Don't ask that question.

You make me sound like some kind of heartless ice princess.' 'No, of course not, Belle. I must admit, you have always been uncommonly nice to every pimply-faced boy who has ever asked you to dance.' 'Thank you. I think.' 'It's probably why so many pimply-faced boys ask you to dance.

Precisely!" Anthony roared. "Good God, I know exactly what is going on in his brain right now, and it has nothing to do with poetry and roses." Simon pictured laying Daphne down on a bed of rose petals. "Well, maybe roses," he murmured.

I'm so lucky," he said, and his hands moved, sliding down her rib cage, over her belly, and then around to her backside. "I think I've waited my entire life for you." "I know I've been waiting for you," Eloise said.

His hand skimmed softly over her stomach, then he said, "I think I'm a little overdressed, don't you?" Kate's eyes widened as he left the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothing. His body was perfection, his chest finely muscled, his arms and legs powerful, and his— "Oh, my God," she gasped. He grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment." -Anthony & Kate

Many a woman has been ruined by a single kiss. LADY WHISTLEDOWN'S SOCIETY PAPERS

The viscount was running in front of her, and all she could think was that he must really want to marry Edwina, because despite the fact that he was clearly a splendid athlete, he looked most undignified dashing through the park after a rotund corgi.

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! -Kate's thoughts

He wanted her. He wanted her completely. But his family was waiting for him at supper, and his ancestors were staring down at him from their portrait frames, and *she* - the woman in question - was watching him with a wariness that broke his heart.

Las mujeres", explicó con paciencia, "se dedican desde los dieciocho a los veintiún años a afinar sus habilidades sociales. Y cuando piensan que están listas, salen al mundo, asisten a unos bailes, pestañean con coquetería y sonríen seductoramente, y atrapan a un marido. Cuanto más encumbrado sea el título y más dinero tenga, mejor. Y la mitad del tiempo, el pobre desgraciado, ni siquiera sabe cómo ha sucedido.

Love grows and changes every day. And it isn't like some thunderbolt from the sky, instantly transforming you into a different man. I know Benedict says it was that way for him, and that's just lovely, but you know, Benedict is not normal." Colin very much wanted to take that bait, but he just couldn't summon the energy.

We plan to avoid cupids," Mr. Audley said. "Cupids?" Amelia echoed. Good heavens, he did move from topic to topic. He shrugged. "I have discovered that I am not fond of them." How could anyone not be fond of cupids?

As she spoke, she turned her face toward his, and in that instant, with the wind catching her hair and painting her cheeks pink, she looked so enchantingly lovely that Simon nearly forgot to breathe.