Quotes About Romance

Just because I am bitter about romance doesn't mean everyone else needs to be.

It's not that I want you to be a certain way--don't you want a boyfriend?" "Why bother with that? Let's find incubi." "Incubi?" "Demons. Plural. Like octopi. And we're much more likely to find them"--her voice dropped conspiratorially--"while swimming naked in the Atlantic a week before Halloween than practically anywhere else I can think of.

Cardan tucks my arm firmly through his before striding into the entryway, and I feel a rush of warmth as I match his step. I can't afford to be less than ruthlessly honest with myself. Against my better judgment, despite the fact that he is terrible, Cardan is also fun. Maybe I should be glad of how little it will matter.

Lucien," Gavriel said, "if you're proposing a duel, I believe she gets to pick the weapon. I hope she picks me.

what I want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until I can finally convince myself he's all right. And maybe make out with his face, if he's feeling up to that

I thought love was just supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

I have heard for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear

He gave her a smile that wasn't really a smile at all. "Eh, it wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't have to study for the SATs or get a summer job or figure out my major. I can drink Elderflower wine all day, dance all through the night, and sleep on a bower of roses." Hazel made a face. "I'm pretty sure there are some colleges where you can do that. I bet there are some colleges where you can major in that.

Instead, I try to imagine someone she might fall in love with. Maybe it will be a merrow, and he will give her the gift of breathing underwater and a crown of pearls and take her to his bed under the sea. Actually, that sounds amazing. Maybe I am making all the wrong choices.

When we fall that first time, we're not really in love with the girl. We're in love with being in love. We've got no idea what she's really about—or what she's capable of. We're in love with our idea of her and of who we become around her. We're idiots.

I have, for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

Some people are ridiculous, especially when it comes to love.

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time. The memory of his mouth on mine shimmers in the air between us.

Try not to get killed by some handsome, paranoid elf who thinks he's stuck in a ballad. I'll try not to flunk out of physics.

And when he kisses me, it feels as though I can finally breathe again.

Once, Lila Zacharov was in love with a boy with hair as black as spilled ink and eyes as dark as coffee. She would trace his name on her skin, over and over, write it in the condensation of her breath on panes of glass, scrawl it on the bottoms of her feet with the tip of her nail, like she was casting a spell.

Kaye groaned. "You really are a terrible boyfriend, you know that?" He nodded. "A surfeit of ballads makes for odd ideas about romance.

Oh, God, Call thought. Tamara's father. And he'd just kissed Tamara. Was that why Mr. Rajavi was here? Don't be totally ridiculous, said Aaron. Do you think he's psychic or something? Kimiya was grounded for making out with Evil Overlord Alex — Tamara had said so. Mr. Rajavi had a well-established policy of not liking his children making out with Evil Overlords.

I love you," Severin said, looking up, looking at nothing at all, face exultant. "I love you like in the storybooks. I love you like in the ballads. I love you like a lightning bolt.

The whole place looks straight out of a fairy tale, the kind where love is a simple thing. never the cause of pain.

They were in love with him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magic people. They loved him the way they'd loved Beast the first time he swept Belle around the dance floor in her yellow dress. They loved him as they loved the Eleventh Doctor with his bow tie and his flippy hair and the Tenth Doctor with his mad laugh.

I'll help you protect her," Sam says. "If you want to."... "Okay. Is it really that obvious I'm into her?

I do have a bad habit," he says. "of falling in love. With regularity and to spectacular effect. You see, it never goes well.