Quotes About Romance

Stepping back, he went to his bedside table. He returned carrying something. Opening his palm, he revealed the heart-shaped pendant he'd given her so many months ago. "I've kept this," he explained. "You might say it's become a talisman of sorts. I... I carry it everywhere. But I'm going to give it to you again, if you'll take it. Whether you decide ever to wear it or not is up to you." "Jack," she murmured, as she let him press the jewelry into her hand.

He set a finger beneath her chin and gently forced her head up so she was looking in his eyes. "Good night, my little Esme. I look forward to continuing this tomorrow. Rest well. You'll need it for everything I have planned.

He captured one of her legs, stilling her for a moment so he could fit his own between hers. Sliding upward, he insinuated his thigh against the part of her that ached the most, then rubbed, her nightgown bunched between her flesh in a way that only increased her craving.

Can we go in to supper now?" she asked. "I'm starved. I hope they serve something other than lobster patties and caviar." He linked their arms again and started toward the dining room. "Never fear, my dear. I won't let you starve. I shall go to the kitchens myself if need be and raid the larder for bread and cheese." She laughed and leaned against him. "My hero.

Almost imperceptibly, he moved closer, the warmth of his body radiating outward, together with his own mesmerizing scent- clean and male and uniquely him. "What fragrance are you wearing?" he asked. "Nothing. I don't wear perfume, at least not often." He inched nearer still, his voice lowering to a murmur. "You're just naturally sweet then, are you? Exactly as I expected.

He spoke her name as though he held cinnamon in his mouth.

The fact that Sticky had briefly had a girlfriend, for instance, until she broke up with him for remarking upon her pulchritude.

Ripe for romance? Is that not only the self-conscious and sensitive young man's way of saying he was heavy with passion? Is not, perhaps, romance only the fiction by means of which the tender-minded negotiate their lust?

didn't find a girl—not that I looked very hard—but I did find a speakeasy on Beaubien Street, near the waterfront.

Callum's pull is irresistible now. He needs him. Adam is falling desperately, physically, finally in love, and suddenly it feels like a very long way to fall. Please catch me, he thinks. Please be there when I land.

You're the one taking all the romance out of this," he said. "It's supposed to go, 'that was so brave, how you stood up for your sister like that!' 'Oh, that, what, no, it's what any dragon would do.' 'No, no - you're special. I can tell.' 'Not as special as you. There's a magic about you I've never found in any other dragon!' 'Why - why do I feel as though I've known you forever?' 'Because you have...and you will.' Fireworks! True love and happiness for the rest of our lives!

Scarlet's gladiator fetish.

I think there's a lot of things we're both doing right now that we're not supposed to," she'd pointed out, sweeping her wing around the alcove where they were hiding. "Like falling in love?" he'd asked, taking her talons in his. "Now that," she'd whispered back, "is something you're definitely, absolutely not supposed to say.

because Diamond was acting like she knew all about his secret romance tonight. Whether she really does know or not, he'll find it easy to imagine that she might kill his dear moon-eyed truly beloved out of vengeance or spite." "Or to make sure she's out of his life forever." Snowflake nodded.

We'll probably end up married one day," Qibli said. The only reply Winter made to this was a snort so vigorous he nearly knocked himself over.

It's just to say I love you," Mink said shyly.

Well sir ... some of the officers are sweet on Mrs Oakes.' 'I dare say they are - a very amiable young woman.' 'No, sir. I mean serious - bloody serious - cut-your-throat serious - fucking serious ... 'Oh.' Jack Aubrey was taken aback entirely. 'But you surely do not mean that last word literally? 'No, sir. It is just my coarse way of speaking: I beg pardon.

Never be distressed, honey. I know her faults as well as any man.' 'Of course, she is very beautiful,' said Sophia, glancing at him timidly. 'Yes. Tell me, is Diana wholly in love with Jack?' 'I may be wrong,' she said, after a pause, 'I know very little about these things, or anything else; but I do not believe Diana knows what love is at all.

memories of the Depression faded, economists fell back in love with the old, idealized vision of an economy in which rational individuals interact in perfect markets, this time gussied up with fancy equations. The renewed romance with the idealized market was, to be sure, partly a response to shifting political winds

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it. Those whistles sing bewitchment: railways are irresistible bazaars... Anything is possible on a train...

The travel, the sex, the writing, the romances, were—so Norman Sherry suggests—all attempts by Greene to relieve his depression. He was an authentic melancholic.

Thinking so, a great wave of feeling swept through Clare. A feeling which was neither of the body nor the mind, but something between the two. An inconvenient feeling. Not only had she fallen in love with Ralph Schuyler, but she also loved him and everything about him with a passion..

He kissed her, laid her down on the bed, lay down beside her and, tenderly and slowly and gently, took her, alternating between the two tracks open to him, before finally spilling himself into her mouth, which he then kissed again.