Quotes About Romance

She couldn't help thinking, even now about how handsome Damon looked, how wild and dark and ferocious and gorgeous. She could help thinking about the times he'd smiled at her, laughed at her, come to save her at her urgent call. She had honestly thought that someday... But now she felt as if her heart were breaking in two.

And who am i? Do you know who i am?" She smiled up at him, showing him her pointed teeth. "Of course i do. You're Damon and I love you.

You'll be mine before the next snow flies.

Just admit it, Elena. You're attracted to Damon and all his bad boy glory- Caroline Forbes

To give her some incentive, he took her hands away from her face and kissed her.  It was a soft, chaste kiss, but it wasn't short and it wasn't brotherly.

The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night.

The sun was beginning to sink into the horizon, and the smell of honeysuckle and jasmine hung heavily in the air. I glanced up at Veritas as I strode up the hill. Blooming

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

For a long time visits among lovers and professions of love are kept up through habit, after their behavior has plainly proved that love no longer exists.

The sweetest music is the sound of the voice of the woman we love.

We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time.

People would never fall in love if they had not heard love talked about.

The greatest miracle of love is the reformation of a coquette.

Of all the violent passions, the one that becomes a woman best is love.

There are women who never had an intrigue; but there are scarce any who never had but one.

Love is the smallest part of gallantry.

It takes a lot of experience for a girl to kiss like a beginner.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.

Skip meeting him? The butterflies, the pounding heart, the blushing? The part where you enter each other's magnetic fields for the first time, and it's like invisble lines of energy are drawing you together-

But let's not be casual about this body, okay?" She nuzzled him back. "It may be your soul that I love, but I'm pretty keen on its vessel, too." Her voice had dropped lower as she spoke, and his response was low and husky in kind. "I can't say I'm sorry to hear that," he said, and brushed his face past hers to kiss a place beneath her ear, sending instant, electric frissons coursing through her body.

I start to wonder if I'm being creepy. I mean, I am creeping. Does creep-ing automatically make one creep-y? Or are there dispensations for…romance? I bet all stalkers believe they're being romantic. I did it for love, officer.

My phone buzzes. It's from Karou: a list of conversation openers that I won't be needing. —a) Hi. I'm Zuzana. I'm actually a marionette brought to life by the Blue Fairy, and the only way I can gain a soul is if a human falls in love with me. Help a puppet out? —b) Hi. I'm Zuzana. The touch of my lips imparts immortality. Just sayin'. —c) Hi. I'm Zuzana. I think I might like you.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?" Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.