Quotes About Romance

Do you know what I feel about you, Devin? About us?...Dazzled, you dazzle me. You make me feel things, and want things I never knew I could have. -Cassie

All guys get into music because they love music and they also want to get the girls.

When you hear romantic music It makes you want to take your girl out to dinner or buy her something or take her out In the moonlight or take her on a walk.

'Alias' was very action-packed. 'G.I. Joe' and 'Conan' were very action-packed. It's been established that I can do action, which is great, but now I may just want to make out with a really hot guy.

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.

Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back.

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.

Everything I've always done has been for the sole purpose of increasing my lovemaking output. A lot of guys won't admit that, but I do. I just want to make love.

The point is the love story. We live in a love story in the midst of war.

When a man's making love, the last thing he thinks about is war.

I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.

Have you ever met a man who looked so damn delicious that you wanted to sop him up with a hot buttermilk biscuit and inhale him in one gulp?" "Why, yes, I have," Doris said. That was a shocker. "Really? What happened?" "I married him.

And I want cabana boys named Raoul to rub warm, fragrant oil all over me, from head to toe, all over my throat and chest and my legs and arms. I want—" Theo pushed the chair back on the deck and it made a loud scraping sound. He grabbed Lucy's face and kissed her hard, then rose up and placed her on her feet, taking her hand. "Where are we going, Theo?" "Shh." He stroked her hair as he led her inside. "The name's Raoul.

Do you really expect me to fall apart every time another woman throws herself at you? Because, if that's so, I'll be a nervous wreck before the honeymoon's over. Although, if they do it in front of me..." He went still. "Did you just propose to me?" She bristled. "Do you have a problem with that?" The scoreboard lit up, and he gave the world a high five. "God, I love you.

The question is… How did a girl like Annabelle manage to talk a man like you into joining our silly little family party?" Annabelle smiled sweetly. "I promised he could tie me up afterward and spank me.

Now, now. Southern ladies don't French-kiss and tell.

Who needs food? Your smile alone is enough to nourish me for weeks.

Thanks to April," she whispered, "you have the wedding you've dreamed about ever since you were a little girl." Dean's boom of laughter was one more reason she loved this man with all her heart.

For a moment he could have sworn he smelled violets, which was very peculiar, since he had no idea what violets smelled like, except somehow he knew they smelled just like Lady Emma.

He mounted the stairs. "You're a romantic, Daisy. It's not that I think I'm so irresistible—God knows, I don't—but over the years it's been my observation that the minute any man puts a red flag in front of a woman, she changes it in her mind to a green one.

He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.

Damn, I love you," Dallie murmured. "My sweet little Fancy Pants, driving me half crazy, nagging me to death." He kissed her again, long and slow. "You're almost the best thing that ever happened to me." "Almost?" she murmured against his lips. "What's the best?" "Being born good-looking." And then he kissed her again.

It was a bitch living with your old English teacher, especially when your old English teacher wasn't old at all, and he had exactly the kind of body that most appealed to her, tall and lean, broad in the shoulder, narrow at the hip. Then there was his brain. It had taken her a lot of years to find that particular part of a man appealing, but she'd finally gotten in the habit, and she couldn't seem to give it up.