Quotes About Romance

Neviena kaisl?ba nevar beigties ne ar ko citu k? vien tra??diju.

Ils étaient beaux à cette époque, remplis d'une certitude amoureuse qui respirait l'éternité.

Mais c'est ainsi : on a toujours cinq minutes de retard sur nos conversations amoureuses.

Ce baiser était comme de l'art moderne.

Death in Love R. Garcia y Robertson

When a woman tells you she's had a dream about you, you know what's going on, don't you? It means she likes you. It's her way of telling you that you're on her mind. Really on her mind.

When it came to her, he didn't do any accounting. He really did love her.

Most monsters take and trample. Dracula alone seduces, courting before he kills.

If I had my life to live over again, I would find you sooner so that I could love you longer.

You could probably call the whole thing an ordinary love story.

Sex, my darling, is often the least important part of a passion. You'll learn that when you get older. - Maria Luisa (Tushi) Strauss

The thing about romance and romantic movies is that they can be somewhat melodramatic. For a lot of actors, there's a certain cringe factor that's involved with that.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

I like to think I'll just be walking down the street one day and stop and meet someone, like, Oh my god, you're awesome, and then we start dating.

Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?

I'm fond of kissing. It's part of my job. God sent me down to kiss a lot of people.

Creation is more than an accident of dead matter. It's a romance. It has purpose. It sings of the Living God. It bears his signature.

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.

It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome.

God, so atrocious in the Old Testament, so attractive in the New--the Jekyl and Hyde of sacred romance.

Oh, God, the lovebirds," Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. "I hate happy couples.

God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine.

Oh. My. God. They were fighting. In the library. Over her.

He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.