Quotes About Romance

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

I like all weddings, but isn't it particularly lovely when two grown-ups decide to get married?

Your cousin Albert told me that, in business, they call this a pivot. But life is filled with them, too. The most successful people are also the most able to change their mindsets. You may not ever have a romantic relationship with Sadie, but you two will be friends for the rest of your lives, and that is something of equal or greater value, if you choose to see it that way.

He was so handsome. I nearly wanted to swoon. The word swoon had never even popped into my head before I saw him that night, let alone as something that I might do.

In the end, she decided, with some amount of disappointment, that none of them were involved romantically.

Yes, she loved him, but she also liked him. She liked herself when she was with him.

She chose the brassavola, which looked like clusters of delicate calla lilies. "Ah," said Schiele, "the Lady of the Night." "It's actually called that?" I asked. "Or is that your weird pet name for it?" "It releases a perfume in the evening," he said. "Don't worry, Franny. It smells great.

I like all weddings, but isn't it particularly lovely when two grown-ups decide to get married?

She's my best friend," Sam said. "Sure," Marx said, "I get that. But is it, you know—I hope this isn't weird that I'm asking this—is it romantic? Or has it ever been romantic?" "No," Sam said. "We've never…It's more than romantic. It's better than romance. It's friendship.

and then she put her hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical chamber of blood sponges that was his (and every) penis.

A.J. feels for the engagement ring in his pocket. Is this the moment? No, too Jumbotron.

This novel has humor, romance, a touch of suspense, but most of all love—love of books and bookish people and, really, all of humanity in its imperfect glory." —EOWYN IVEY, author of The Snow Child

Su madre siempre le dice que por culpa de las novelas es incapaz de apreciar a los hombres de carne y hueso, observación que Amelia se toma como un insulto, ya que da a entender que solo lee libros con héroes románticos clásicos.

lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.

The sight of the apple and the yew, tokens of the two Gaedil lovers who were fated never to meet in life, but who had met, nonetheless, dimmed her smile and clouded her eyes.

for the first time, in this unforeseen way, with half a house between them, the frigid star of the demimonde finally allowed a man to touch her.

Kate was right behind him. When he turned around, she was taken off guard by the power of his nearness. His masculine aura of strength engulfed her; she was suddenly all too aware of the bed nearby. Without warning, the air between them was charged with overwhelming tension. Her heart slammed in her chest. His hard face was shadowed by the candles' glow as he gazed almost wistfully into her eyes. In spite of all his assurances, his hunger for her was palpable in the room, confusing her.

He was known to fall in love six or seven times a day.

Rohan shrugged off the chill, but such eerie thoughts made him all the more glad they had brought him the girl. On so foul a night, it would be good to have a warm body beside him in bed. And beneath him, and on top of him... He cleared his throat, eager to get his hands on her.

But instead of the hearty kiss she had expected, he caressed her lips with his own in tantalizing softness until she moaned. "Oh, I need you to make love to me." "Before we're married?" he teased in a very naughty whisper. "Shocking, Miss Madsen." "You really are a Beast." "And you love me for it." "Yes. With all my heart." She trembled with sheer happiness. He was impossible--- and she wouldn't have him any other way.

I want you. Stop playing games.

She drew his warm, oversized robe closer around her body, suddenly feeling lost, not knowing how to act. "Well, go get dressed," he ordered with a lordly little smile as he noticed her wavering. "How's a man to think with a luscious naked woman lying around? You, my dear, are far too distracting." His smoldering gaze, so full of desire for her, thrilled Kate to the marrow. His glance alone could warm her blood on this cold winter's day.

Well, what are you doing back there?" she asked. "Counting the rocks beneath your feet?" Turning away again to continue her climb, she lifted the hem of her skirts, unconsciously affording him a glimpse of her pretty calves. "Merely enjoying the view," he said, savoring the maidenly sway of her hips.

Do you know where she lives?" "Could get there blindfolded." "Did he just blush?" Talbert asked Marc as Lucien strode over to his black stallion and swung up into the saddle. "I heard that," he retorted.