Quotes About Romance

He'd meant to take her apart with a kiss. How, then, did he wind up in pieces?

So she was to be savagely heartbroken and then poisoned by one of their cook's noxious herbal brews in the space of a few hours? Dante would find inspiration in this day.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

Then he did a strange thing. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my palm." "I died. That was like the sweetest thing.

My name, from his lips. It still made my heart leap.

Too many women throw themselves into romance because they're afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won't do that.

Lady Madelyne had sealed her own fate. She'd warmed his feet.

What are you doing?" "What I've wanted to do for a long time." She couldn't move, couldn't think. She was lost in his dark eyes, and as he slowly lowered his head toward hers, she whispered, "Are you going to throttle me, then?" He was laughing when he kissed her.

As a matter of fact, she has refused to marry me." "So when's the wedding?" Ramsey asked.

So love is possible at the Loony Bin. Or, at least, lust.

Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms, tell you a million things, ask you a million questions. I want to touch your throat and unbutton the pearl button at your neck

Every romantic movie with a grocery shopping scene had to have a baguette sticking out of the bag. And a bundle of flowers.

Bookseller's Best Awards. Almost Perfect, book one of her Perfect trilogy, was a Rita finalist and was named Best Single Title Contemporary by the readers of Affaire de Coeur magazine. Julie's road to success as a romance novelist was a bit bumpier than most

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

I felt like a Jane Austen heroine all of a sudden, confusedly looking on at all the people she loves, their myriad unpredictable couplings and uncouplings. There would be no marriages at the end of this Austen novel, though, no happy endings, no endings at all. Just jokes and friendships and romances and delicious declarations of independence.

Irma La Douce

Ma douce... mon incomparable! T'aimer? Mais je t'ai adorée toute ma vie et je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer? Jamais! Tant qu'il me restera une pensée, un souffle, je t'aimerais...

Entonces mis manos buscan hundirse en tu pelo, acariciar lentamente la profundidad de tu pelo mientras nos besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura. Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua.

Qué clase de paseo va a ser éste si me basta mirarte para saber que con vos me voy a empapar el alma, que se me va a meter el agua por el pescuezo y que los cafés olerán a humedad y casi seguro habrá una mosca en el vaso de vino?

Ella hizo algo que nunca antes, le pasó los brazos por el cuello y lo besó en la mejilla. Su boca olía despacito a menta.

Qué hace un cronopio cuando se enamora? Pierde la cabeza, eso y se dedica a cortar margaritas. Cuando a un cronopio le rompen el corazón, llora un poco, y luego un poco más. Se sabe "desdichado y húmedo". Pero mientras llora, piensa en que a todos alguna vez les rompen el corazón. En que enamorarse significa también llorar un poco. Y que a diferencia de los famas, el cronopio llora cuando tiene ganas, y como tiene ganas, llora un poco más.

Llevarse de la mano a la Maga, llevársela bajo la lluvia como si fuera el humo del cigarrillo, algo que es parte de uno, bajo la lluvia.

Sie zogen sich an] und stießen sich ab, wie es sein soll, wenn die Liebe nicht als Kitschbild oder als Romanze ohne Worte enden soll.

Un soir, l'âme du vin chantait dans les bouteilles»