Quotes About Romance

Call of the Lycan Trilogy Three Book Bundle By Michelle M. Pillow

Shock stung her into a quivering mass of pleasure when he captured one of her hands and fed it down to the velvet-smooth thickness of his penis, then urged her to stroke it between her legs.

In a second or two he would get up and join her in the shower he could hear running--consolidate his place with some very passionate seed-sowing and at the same time he would make Nell fall in love with him again.

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.

Oh my God, Michelle thought, I think we're making love. It was a term everyone barfed at. No one wanted to make love, people wanted to fuck, to take each other's skin apart with knives and pin it back together with needles.

I kissed her hand. My seduction technique is best filed under Obvious.

I had played all my angles, tossed my heart with a wet rattling thump onto her snare drum, I Love You I Love You I Love You.

It smelled of oily flowers, like the worn pillowcases of long-ago lovers.

This kiss is zeroes and ones jumbled and tossed into a pneumatic system, unscrambled at the end and scrawled onto a tape recorder slowly rolling at the side of your bed, then slapping back, reverbed off the ringer, a tinny phantom of the smooch like a smack on an aluminum can, up the same veins through the belly of the same satellite and softly to the side of my head;

Ce gamin de 20 ans se fit remarquer dès sa tendre enfance, par d'étranges dispositions. C'était un rêveur, un original. Une jeune fille tomba amoureuse de lui ; il la prit, et la vendit à une maison close.

This twenty-year-old boy was distinguished from childhood by strange qualities, a dreamer and an eccentric. A girl fell in love with him, and he went and sold her to a brothel...

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L'amour surgit devant nous comme surgit de terre l'assassin au coin d'une ruelle obscure, et nous frappa tous deux d'un coup. Ainsi frappe la foudre, ainsi frappe le poignard !

It was clear that he was in love, because he became even more gullible than before. 

My thoughts have long been stirred and racked by just one name of passing sweetness: my days in paradise have lacked just your perfection for completeness

And this time with ardent lips so lightly grazing he kissed her trembling mouth, and then answered her pleas, in language dazing with sweet temptation; once again those mighty eyes were fixed and gazing deep into hers. He set her blazing. He gleamed above her like a spark or like a knife that finds its mark.

Women only love men they don't know.

Love is a continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away.

Love is poetry, poetry is love

Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Yes, it's crazy.Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

Where are all those virtues of unreason that have shaped our idea of love?

You seem to be turning into the theme of all my paint­ings", she said. "The meeting of two worlds. A double exposure. Showing through the outline of Tomas the libertine, incredibly, the face of a romantic lover. Or, the other way, through a Tristan, always thinking of his Tereza, I see the beautiful, betrayed world of the libertine.