Quotes About Romance

I'm Irish in the mythic, romantic sense, but in the living sense, I'm a Londoner.

I'd always thought hurricanes were romantic, with pretty feminine names like Celestine.

Growing up, I mostly read comic books and sci-fi. Then I discovered the book 'Jane Eyre' by Jane Austen. It introduced me to the world of romance, which I have since never left. Also, the world of the first-person narrative.

I'm a fan of classic romance films as well as screwball comedies. I think love stories are just compelling narratives.

Women always said he was warm. They snuggled with him in bed, grateful for the heat. A couple of his lovers even claimed that, when he was inside them, he heated them from the inside out. A pleasant flattery, perhaps, but one Hope would discover the truth of. For when she touched him, he did burn.

Because late night, when I made you mine—" "Shush. You didn't!" "All right. Last night when you made me yours—" She definitely heard Pom snort.

I could write an epic poem about your thighs." "That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn't like that." "I wouldn't either." She pressed her cheek to his belly. "I can't think of a word to rhyme with marble column.

Yes, I'm a man and everyone knows men are great hairy beasts scarcely tamed by civilization -Jermyn, Duke of Northcliff to Amy, Princess Beaumontaigne

If Amy had one ounce of romance in her soul, she would be sighing with gratification. Instead, she said acerbically, "All that's missing is the love poem." Jermyn deposited her in a chair by the table. "I'll order a pen and ink for you.

Ah, Lord Northcliff, how well you look this afternoon!" "Thank you. I feel well indeed." Taking Amy's hand, he held it in both of his. "As long as my princess is nigh.

She'd melted onto the cushions, almost numb with satiation, and with a chuckle that had sounded both diabolical and satisfied, he'd picked her up and carried her to her bedchamber.

He looked directly at her. His gaze softened. His voice became that purr of blandishment that sent shivers up her spine. "No, MacLean men recognize beauty in their women, and once they find their one true love, they see beauty nowhere else.

Look, Madeline, Lady Gertrude said, everyone's gaping at you! I know. The future duchess stared straight ahead, her shoulders stiff, her back straight. Never had Remington seen a woman less comfortable with her own distinction. Never had he enjoyed the success of his own plan quite so much. The ton adored only one thing more than a romance, and that was a scandal. He had- and would- give them both. Maybe it's because of your hair, he murmured. Madeline shot him a glare.

the hollow just beneath his throat. And then the curve of his shoulder.

Are you ever going to kiss me without swearing first?

I absolutely love you, Briony, and I am on my knees. So we're getting married - right? But say it fast before we get shot. Only Jack would ask - if you could call it asking - in the middle of a battlefield, with a man lying dead at his feet.

Everyone knows ladies love Cajuns. It's in our blood and our language is the language of romance. Your language is the language of bullshit. You're just a couple of good ole boys with pretty faces. Women just ought to know better.

Kane to Rose] I'll never forget the way you looked walking toward me. I never thought that I'd have a woman like you in my life. It's all there etched in my brain. And now, the way the light pours over our hair, the way all that silk shines, so black it's nearly blue. The world disappears when I'm holding you.

Jesse, we can't do this." "Sure we can, honey. It's the perfect night for it. You're a woman, I'm a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe it's referred to as romance.

Desari reached up to trace his lips. 'You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth.' He arched an eyebrow at her. 'Just my mouth is amazing?' 'You are such a man.' Her eyes laughed at him. 'You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent.' He nodded. 'Magnificent. I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words, lifemate.

Francesca took a navy blue sheath from a hanger and held it up. This is darling, Gabriel. Don't you love it? You're right, I think we need to concentrate on much more feminine articles of clothing. He reached around her and fingered the soft material. Where is the rest of it? He was very serious, his dark eyes searching her face for signs she was teasing.

I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die." Her laughter muffled against his chest. "No one has ever died because they wanted to make love." But she wasn't sure. Her own body was burning and begging for the connection to his. Gregori suddenly materialized, made a soft, sighing noise, and sent them a clear frown. Like guilty children they broke apart.

I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.

Have you ever heard of a condom? Don't Carpathians have condoms? Because I'm thinking that if you're all that worried, a condom might be just the thing. His smile was slow in coming. I had not thought of that. As a rule Carpathians do not need such things.