Quotes About Romance

But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his sext breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again.

Recuerdo que en esos momentos pensé que aquel recorrido, aquel paseo hasta el altar, era el más difícil que nadie tendría que hacer jamás. En todos los sentidos, fue un paseo para recordar.

The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.

It's just that romance, with its dips and turns and glooms and highs, its swoops and swoons and blues, is a natural metaphor for music itself

See, records have helped me to fall in love, no question. I hear something new, with a chord change that melts my guts, and before I know it I'm looking for someone, and before I know it I've found her.

This, really, is the bottom line, the chief attraction of the opposite sex for all of us, old and young, men and women: we need someone to save us from the sympathetic smiles in the Sunday-night cinema queue, someone who can stop us from falling down into the pit where the permanently single live with their mums and dads. I'm not going back there again; I'd rather stay in for the rest of my life than attract that kind of attention.

All sorts of pieces of music are constantly being described as 'sexy', but that doesn't necessarily mean that you'd want them to accompany lovemaking. Most of them, in fact, are sexual substitutes, rather than sexual accompaniments – music for people who aren't getting any (or won't be until they get home) rather than people who are.

to father) Aren't you glad that you've never had to buy vegeterian cookery books as the first small step on the road to getting inside someone's knickers? (father) ...however vegeterian recepies you have read, you still have more fun than we were ever allowed.

Sophie was beginning to realize that there was nothing to be done about actors: they would always end up sleeping with each other. They had always done so, and they probably always would.

If she came into my shop, I might really get to like her, and then I'd be waiting for her to come in all the time, and then when she did come in I'd be nervous and stupid, and probably end up asking her out for a drink in some cackhanded roundabout way, and either she wouldn't catch my drift, and I'd feel like an idiot, or she'd turn me down flat, and I'd feel like an idiot.

I fell in love when I was twenty-six. Love in my interpretation comes once in a lifetime.

A night in the arms of Venus, it was said, led to a lifetime on Mercury.

He'll admit to his feelings when he's in his cups. The valet nodded. That's true, ma'am. If we could get him drunk. Clara stifled a laugh. I am not certain I would want a man who has to be drunk to admit his love for me.

Sebastian stretched. Clara stared. She could not help it. He was still in his breeches and shirt and she was riveted by the deliciously tight fit of the buckskins over his thighs. You could avert your eyes, Sebastian said mildly. I could, Clara agreed, but I am not going to. He smiled. Hussy. I know. But I have waited a long time--

I would be a fool to lose my heart to him, but I am tempted more each day.

This isn't kissing. This is savoring your taste.

Thank God. I was running out of hope. His arms coming around her, he drew her close and rested his cheek on her hair. I could never live without you, Lily. I could never be happy alone, now that I know what happiness is. He laughted softly. I thought I was perfectly content until I met you. I never realized how much I was missing until then. I haven't been the same man since I kissed you in that stable loft.

Um beijo a sério é mais do que o encontro dos lábios. É um acasalamento... de boca, língua e respiração... Um conhecimento íntimo.

I thought you were a white knights who put great store in chivalry. It's not the least chivalrous of you to try to seduce me.

No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, captive, in his sole possession, until she finally agreed to wed him and give him her heart.

Abduction is a romantic expression of passion.

She wanted love and passion and lightning bolts in her marriage - the sweet fire only Jack could give her.

My capitulation wasn't dependent on a legend or a Shakespearean play, however. You were the reason I fell in love, sweet, precious Sophie. His gazed softened. How could I help but love you? I feel joy just being with you. I feel pleasure at the sound of your voice...

Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?