Quotes About Romance

ze was zijn meisje." Het lijkt een kort zinnetje maar deze heeft wel betekenis, doorheen het verhaal wordt Snow verliefd op Lucy. Dit is eigenlijk niet toegelaten omdat Lucy behoort tot de arme districten en Snow behoort tot de rijkere klasse, ondanks de vele meningen van anderen toont Snow wel aan dat hij van Lucy houdt door haar zijn meisje te noemen.

while Peeta was the very model of what a young man should be, I wasn't old enough to have any boyfriend at all.

where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading

I don't try to move away. Why should I, anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you.

But he was already in love with you," says Cressida. "I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

But he was already in love with you,

He'll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena,

It's just that I didn't understand when I met you. After your first Games, I thought the whole romance was an act on your part. We all expected you'd continue that strategy. But it wasn't until Peeta hit the force field and nearly died that I —" Finnick hesitates.

They were never real lovers.

as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

Later, there's a lot of kissing. Didn't seem very genuine on your part. Did you like kissing me?" he asks. "Sometimes," I admit.

I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth.

I'm light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He'll probably be kissing me anyway.

I'm light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He'll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena, the ones I haven't dared let myself consider until this moment.

Se supone que estás enamorada, preciosa, y el chico se está muriendo. ¡Dame algo con lo que pueda trabajar!».

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm against her skin, their mouths only inches apart. "You're panting for it, aren't you, Princess?" he murmured.

I saw my reflection in their eyes, but not the men themselves, not clearly. This preserved the idea that all intelligent and even vaguely attractive men were essentially good. Delusion detest focus and romance provides the veil.

Just wait," Sarah had told her. "Just wait until you fall in love. It will happen, boom , just like that! Like an earthquake or an explosion or a lightning bolt! Then you'll see!" "It sounds dangerous," Kate had said. "And painful." "The danger is what makes it fun," Annie had said, her blue eyes sparkling.

You look very disapproving," he said lightly. "That's because I am disapproving," she answered. Not the faintest trace of a smile. Giacomo sighed. Probably not his type. "Well, Juliet's House does attract such romantic young ladies," he said. "It seems a shame to disappoint them." "Your work for the tourism board must keep you busy." Was there a sarcastic edge to her voice? Definitely not his type.

Tom entered Juliet's House as furtively as a spy, although most spies would have known not to glance over their shoulders every two seconds to see if they were being followed, or to jump when the woman selling tickets asked for money, or to dart past her as if they were making a run for the border.

Greta: At one point, you practically stalked poor Dante. Jamie: Stalked? No, I just watched him. At night. From behind a bush. Using night-vision googles.

Wanna go to bed and play doctors?" Chuckling, she punched his arm. "No, I don't." "Sorry, that was immature. How about playing gynecologists?" Again, she chuckled. "I would, but lunch is calling my name loud and clear." "Baby, I'll call your name as loud and clear as you want.

Dante: Want me to get your name inked on me? How about on my arm? Jamie: No. That's boring. Dante: How about over my heart then? Jamie: No. That's corny. Dante: Is not. Jamie: Is too. Dante: We'll discuss it later.