Quotes About Romance

He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. "I didn't know what kind of flowers you like." "I like them all." "Yeah?" "Yeah." He tries to hand them to me, but then remembers the cast. "I'll put them in water." Betty swoops in the room ridiculously fast and she grabs the flowers out of Nick's hands. "I'll take care of them. You lovebirds just sit on the couch and think swooning things at each other.

I swear his pheromones have my freaking name written on them. They hone in and attack.

His lips,his soft and amazing lips, touch mine and the world spins with a different kind of magic. This kind isn't evil or hard, but lovely and wild, and I melt into it. He melts into it too, I can tell. I can feel how much he loves me just but the touch of his lips. And it is a good love, a really good love.

And do you admit that you have a bad temper, a cute car, and a nice girlfriend?" I hold my breath. "I have an amazing girlfriend," he says. And then he kisses me, which is, you have to admit, the perfect boyfriend thing to do. The kiss is soft and speckling like star promises in a night sky. I stretch into it, wishing that I could hold onto it forever, even though I know that kisses can't last forever—can they?

Do I need to ask Mr. Colt to move?" She wiggles her lips. "Are we having a little love in the afternoon?" Everybody titters-not laughs, but titters. I can feel my face turning red. "No. No, it's fine. He's fine." "He sure is," mutters some girl with mall bangs at the next table. Her table mate slaps her five.

Oh." I touch my cheeks. "You licked me." He laughs and leans over, giving a tiny tongue swipe to my hand. "You're very lickable." I try to hit him. He laughs harder and grabs my hands. "No fair! Mere mortal against werewolf," I complain. "Fine." He lets go, but first he kisses my fingers, each of them. I sigh happily.

My eyes meet his eyes. "You were a jerk," I say. His hands move to my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I pull away, but I can only go an inch before I bump into lacrosse sticks, not that I really want to go any farther. "Nope. No way. You do not get to kiss me yet." He pouts.

I think that making love is the best form of exercise.

Most people know the sheer wonder that goes with falling in love, how not only does everything in heaven and earth become new, but the lover himself becomes new. It is literally like the sap rising in the tree, putting forth new green shoots of life.

When a man is in love very little is enough to throw him into despair and as little to enhance his joy to the utmost.

We love without heeding reason, and cease to love in the same manner.

If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?" "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.

It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.

Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.

Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things." "I like anyone killing things, especially me." he said with a smile.

So what was that all about?" "I think," Jace said, "that she asked if she could touch my mango." "She said that?" Jace shrugged. "Yeah, then she gave me her number.

He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. "I have wanted to do this," he said, "every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you.

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available.

Does she still love you?" "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't." Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!