Quotes About Romance

They saw a Dream of Loveliness descending from the train.

You know how my mother and father met? In a train robbery!

Many Americans have a romanticized view of trains, rooted in a bygone era of elaborately adorned rail cars lit by flickering gas lamps and pulled by smoke-belching steam locomotives.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

For me, the thought of spaghetti and meatballs conjures up the image of that scene where 'Lady and the Tramp' gaze into each other's eyes as they slurp a strand of pasta into a fateful kiss.

I was 16. In the middle of the night, I took a taxi to the Detroit train station - or maybe it was the Pontiac train station? - and got on a train to Chicago, then transferred to a train to San Diego where my boyfriend was living at the time.

Life is an adventure of love that unfolds like the petals of a rose, transforming into a beauty that is boundless.

Now the money man might not be ringing any bells sexually, but if he has ends-- if his pockets are heavy--a bad bitch will moan like this nigga is the original Cassanova.

It costs a lot of money to date. I took a girl out to dinner the other night. I said, "What'll you have?" She said, "I guess I'll have the steak and lobster." I said "Guess again."

Charlie And I'd really like to kiss you, but that's not a good idea, because then we'd start kissing on the couch, and then we'd start kissing on the bed, and I don't wanna rush into spending the night together. Harriet I'd love to spend the night together. Charlie I have no problem with that

Charlie Woman... woe-man... whoooa-man. She was a thief, you got to believe, she stole my heart and my cat. Judy, Betty, Josie and those hot Pussycats... they made me horny, on Saturday morning... girls of cartoo-ins will leave me in ruins... I want to to be Betty's Barney. Jane... get me off this crazy thing... called love.

The hottest love has the coldest end

Men who write love scenes as if they are dealing with the mechanical parts of an engine should know that such scenes have zero erotic effect and do not accomplish their primary mission of evoking a loving experience between people.

A handsome young man appears at one side of the stage. A beautiful young woman appears on the other side. The audience immediately wants them to get together. It is the author's job to keep them apart as long as possible.

i gather up each sound you left behind and stretch them on our bed. each nite i breathe you and become high.

If Dylan and I had met by chatting on the Net in a room of cyberspace instead of face to face and I hadn't seen his lips or the way he moves his hips when he does that sexy dance and I hadn't had a chance to look into his eyes and be dazzled by their size and all that I had seen were his letters on my screen, then I might as well confess: I think I would have liked him less.

Being lucky in love might be less a matter of luck and more a matter of paying attention.

Sex is like washing your face - just something you do because you have to. Sex without love is absolutely ridiculous. Sex follows love, it never precedes it.

His low voice breaks the stillness. "You didn't say what you were doing out this late." "I couldn't sleep either," I reply. Not a lie. His mouth curves. "So we're perfect for each other. A pair of insomniacs." Perfect for each other. I grin a mad, stupid smile.

Kicking off my shoes, I climed in beside him. I eased toward him. His body radiated heat in the bed. I relaxed, inching closer, burrowing the tip of my nose against his back, savoring the clean smell of his skin, fresh from the shower. His voice rumled through his back toward me. "Hey, your nose is cold." I grinned ahainst his skin. "How about my feet?" I wedged them between his calves. He hissed. "Get some socks on, woman.

Shaw took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine. "Happy?" he asked. I smiled, my chest swelling with emotion. "More than I ever thought possible." He kissed me, murmuring against my lips, "Get used to it. This is only the beginning.

Te quiero, Jacinda, con todo mi ser y con todo mi aliento.

But Bryony knew what he was feeling, and about three weeks after the massaging had begun, she gave him a potion that Eswara had given her, a concoction of cinnamon, mace, cloves, nutmeg and lavender which she had said would send the blood rushing through all parts of his anatomy. All.

Dragostea este un mister pentru mine deocamdata. La noi se vorbeste despre casatorie, nu despre dragoste. Despre ascultare si supunere totala, nu despre relatii de iubire intre barbat si femeie. Doar despre o relatie sexuala obligatorie intre o fecioara si sotul ei, pentru care a fost cumparata. Altminteri, uitarea sau moartea. Atunci unde e iubirea?