Quotes About Romance

and he kneaded her.

pasted on a grin. "¿Usted desea bailar?" she asked. He didn't need Amber—who was majoring in Spanish—to translate for him. "Sí, señorita.

People in love always make fools of themselves.

I do want it. Very much. I love him." Camilla sighed into another smile. "I know. I believe he loves you too." Rose shook her head. "He has yet to say it." "Men always feel it long before they say it, my dear. They're a little slow that way.

My only concern is your happiness, and I think Greyden makes you happy." "He does." She frowned. "And oddly miserable at times." She was pulled into a warm, sweetly scented embrace. "That's love, dearest. Welcome to it.

That was delightful." Grey chuckled, flashing a lopsided grin that made his eyes sparkle like aquamarines. "You make me feel…" "Yes?" He shook his head, surprising her with the degree of awe and self-consciousness in his expression as he drew back, and helped her down from the table. "That's it. You make me feel." Rose smiled and kissed him. It wasn't exactly a declaration of love, but he was getting closer. It would do for now.

I think Jonathan loved you before ever Clarkson did, Martitia. That first day when I lifted you down from the gig in front of our house here at Centre, Jonathan's face showed a new heaven and a new earth.

Even movie and romance magazines, whose beauty ads explicitly connected makeup and sex appeal, maintained a logic that downplayed women's sexual assertion: A woman acted upon her desire for a man by making herself beautiful, in order to catch his attention and awaken his desire.

Having been lovers, we could never be friends. Tonight we'd almost been thrown into each other's arms.

Singing hyenas, pounding African rhythms, and lion cub romance kept me from thinking of the murders for hours.

the guy had a hot date

was sixteen, had found himself a very nice girlfriend in Maria, the daughter of the Sullivans up at the farm.

For tonight,I'm St George,ready to slay any number of dragons to rescue a fair maiden. Would you care to mount my fiery steed?

Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth?

you've experienced the single scene out there - it's blood test and background checks and references and 'Please pee in this cup before we can go on a date' screenings, all clinical and stripped bare of any romance.

I love you, Brynna. I will love you until the day I breathe my last. You belong to me, and I will make you the happiest of women. Now take off all your clothes, and pretend you are a Celtic princess about to be marauded by an incredibly virile Viking studmuffin." -Alrik to Brynna

Let me love you, Ysolde. Let this happen. Since I was reborn, I have lived every moment in despair because I lost you. Let me worship you now as I've longed to do all those years." Baltic, Love In The Time of Dragons

I looked at Raphael. He looked back at me.Several parts of me that weren't on public display brought out their pompoms and began cheering.

Oooh, dinner and a show! How come you never take us to dinner and a show?" He smiled at Roxy. "I would spend the entire evening fending off the hordes of your admirers." She fanned herself and grinned back at him. "You gotta love all that suave debonairness!

Too much talking and not enough writhing in ecstasy. You will commence writhing now.

Say that you want me." His tongue was as hot as his fire. "Holy Odin and all the little cherubs, I thought that was pretty clear. I do want you, very much." "Tell me you accept what I am." "A dragon, you mean?" I wiggled my hips against him, dragging my nails gently up his sides and back. "Yes, I totally accept that you're really a dragon in a super-hot man package.

He's not really my man," I protested. One fuzzy white eyebrow rose over the lens of his glasses. "You were certainly ogling him as if he was.

Your heart rate is up," I said, my lips on his pulse point. "You have that effect on me," he answered, a smile in his joke. "Well, you know what they say: When two hearts race, both win." He lifted my chin to kiss me again. "Who said that?" "I don't know. I saw it in on the inside of a Dove chocolate wrapper. But it fits, don't you think?

Lady Rowena gasped in horror at the sight of Lord Raoul's majestic purple-helmeted warrior of love.