Quotes About Romance

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

I will build the best Potemkin village for you, my love!

I understood the ominous sky because it was so much like you, and I was the sun always willing to burn for our love.

Passion lingers on a state of blissLove loves you more when you kiss

Oh invade me with your scalding mouth, search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes, but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name.

A love-story is a book to be read by everyone whose heart beats for someone!

Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an 'off' day. Trust me, good things will come of it.

Every woman deserves to be handled like a princess, She just needs to find her prince.

I love when I wake up in the morning thinking about you.

Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.

It's not the way I wanted to spend eternity with the man I love, but it will have to do. At least we are together.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

The joy we feel to be together seems worthy of a fairy tale, from the moment our eyes met we felt the crush of love. This is not a passing infatuation, ours is love of truth.

I could tell he was just as scared to love as I, But we still both carelessly climbed into eachothers arms and before we knew it, love had found us.

My present crush is crushing my past crush...Can I summarize "Crush Crushing & now Crushed

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Selfishness, control, and fear will break almost any relationship. Generosity, freedom, and love will create the most beautiful relationship: an ongoing romance.

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying

You can't help who you fall in love with.

It takes only a bit of tragedy to destroy insta-love.

Realizing that you are in love is itself a beautiful feeling... And there is nothing like one-sided love or both-sided love. Love is simply love. Celebrate this feeling

I'm in love with you, " I whispered, searching her eyes. i looked very pale and very scared, and a little…hopeful.