Quotes About Romance

I've got me a fascinating, beautiful woman I'm falling for. Falling hard." "Quick work." "In the blood. My mama and daddy barely did more than look at each other, and that was that.

doubt he understands you and Fin are hot for

I thought he waited for you at the side door every night, then walked you back at dawn because you were holding a secret canasta tournament. You mean you're having sex? I'm shocked.

high. The stone around his neck flamed

She looks like something poets write about, right down to the sad eyes.

A year is a century when you're waiting for love.

He brought her no flowers, but she remembered he'd planted a willow tree. He gave her no smooth, clever phrases, but she remembered the look she'd sometimes catch in his eyes. He wasn't a poet, he wasn't a romantic, but that look, that one long, intense look, said more than most women ever heard.

Romance & the mystery of it, for everyone who can find it.

He stepped up. She should've seen it coming. She was always, always aware of moods and moves. But he stepped up, pulled her in before she'd read the warning sign. He didn't go slow; he didn't ease in. It was one bright, hot explosion followed by shuddering dark. His mouth covered, conquered, while his hands ran straight up her body as if they had every right, then down again.

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D'un coup de reins, il la pénétra. Quand il fut au tréfonds d'elle , qui riait toujours, ivre de vin et de joie, elle lui murmura à l'oreille: - Joyeux Noël, mon amour. - Joyeux Noël, mon amour, répéta-t-il avant que la jouissance ne les emporte tous les deux.

I don't understand romantics. They make decisions based on feelings rather than fact. Then they're surprised when those decisions turn out to be mistakes.

Un cerrojo. Por Dios, Ben, tú sí que sabes cómo volver loca a una mujer. —Sí, la verdad es que tengo un don. Tess sonrió mientras lo besaba. —Lo guardaré mientras viva. Si no abultara tanto, lo llevaría siempre junto al corazón.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and, ah, how old is my heart. —WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

love you. Take me. He kept his eyes open and on hers, watched tears swim and shimmer. Tell me. Ty. Her heart quaked, seemed to spill over. Then her fingers curled strong to his. Ty, she said again. Ti amo.

There, that wasn't so hard. He ran his hands over her shoulders as relief pumped into him. But you didn't say it in Italian. It sounds really great in Italian. You idiot. Ti amo. She laughed, launching herself at him.

You're all right, young Magee. You're all right. Since you are, I'll tell you this. That lovely lass inside Gallagher's won't settle for less in a man than hot blood, a strong backbone, and a clever brain. I'm considering you have all three.

Oh bugger it. You want fancy words? Maybe I could pull some Yeats out or something." "No, no, no." Laughing, she got to her feet, and felt stronger and surer than she'd ever felt before. "I meant it. This is romance, for me, from you. If you could say it just one more time. The three words, the word that matters more than others.

Plus you're really hot"—he dumped pasta in the boiling

When I think of a lover who would touch more than my body, I think of a

I'll tell you this, when love comes, when the arrow strikes the heart, there's no stopping it. And even bleeding is a pleasure.

He called you his rose. He'd want you to bloom.

I'm thinking about a guy who's thinking about me. And thinking about him thinking about me has me all worked up. I don't actually know if I'm thinking about him because he's thinking about me, or if I'm thinking about him because he's cute and funny and sweet and sexy. He wears tweed Parker. Grandfathers wear tweed. Old guys in British movies wear tweed. Why do I find it sexy that he wears tweed? This is a question that haunts me.

Why, Griffin Lott. Shelby said her little girl was smitten with you. Are you smitten with the mama? Her brother's right here, and he's already threatened to punch me. She'd be your type, Matt put in. My type? Because you don't have a type, as long as she's female. Her brother's sitting right here, Griff repeated and applied himself to his beer.