Quotes About Romance

Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky.

Med School. It was a soap about a group of very beautiful young medical students with shiny white teeth and complex love lives. Each episode featured a lot of blood and sex and anguish.

She would have happily never seen Troy Delaney ever again, or even returned to Australia. The wounds had healed nicely, no visible scars, and she'd found a new life, a new love, so she could once again watch romantic comedies without scoffing.

Jimmy is looking adoringly down at Connie's dark head. What would it have been like to have a man love you like that? Would it have changed something fundamental in your psyche to wake up each morning knowing that you were loved, that someone wanted to touch your body even when it got all old and wrinkly?

Now that's true love: a man who is prepared to wear a cravat for you.

Hijinxs and crazy shenanigans that'll leave you chuckling to the bewilderment of those around you - Love Romance Passion

Don't you feel something magical when you're in love?... I do, I certainly do ... but I think that feeling of magic is a hardwired psychological response. It's a chemical thing in the brain. It's a flow of chemicals and electrical currents, and it developed over millions of years in the process of evolution to aid in the procreation of the species.

When I came, she caught me like the common cold.

She thick and she right, damn she nice. You can be my judge baby yeah Ill do life.

I listen to her heartbeat because it plays my favorite song.

But hes so sweet, she wanna lick the rapper.

I love romantic comedies.

He was terrified, he was thrilled. That was love.

He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.

He kissed her, over and over, printing blood-flavored kisses on her cheek, her throat, her jaw, her mouth.

Middle age is when a guy keeps turning off lights for economical rather than romantic reasons.

Is it always that way with men, that first burst of love or sex the thing that binds you? Do you always have to harken back to those first weeks when just the way he walked across a room made you want to take off all your clothes?

He has called to ask you out on a date. Do not mention a dead mother.

And I kiss him. A long uninterrupted kiss that goes straight through my body, ringing it in the very best way.

loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread.

I wasn't sure how I would kiss her without lifting her up to my lips. She laughed as if I had said this out loud.

Han parkerar på min gata och vi hånglar lite till. Inget prat. Inga pussar. Kyssarna är långa och intima, som om vi berättar allt det vi behöver säga varandra på det här viset

I need a martini in my hand and a girl in my bed.

We hold hands on the way back, but it feels like we're still kissing. My whole body responds to his hand in mine.