Quotes About Romance

There are certain milestones in romance novels that are celebrated — the meet-cute, the first kiss, the declaration of love. One that's often overlooked, maybe because it's particular to historical fiction, is the first time they use their given names. Here's to all the "Please call me...." scenes!

She raised her eyes to meet Bailey's across the table. If he didn't stop grinning at her, her parents would suspect something. Molly stretched her foot out until she found his, and then gave him a good kick in the shin. The boyish glee didn't leave his face. He merely winked and tucked his napkin into his collar.

Before Thomas could say a word, before Molly could protest, Bailey leaned over the table and kissed her firmly on the lips—on the lips, in the dining room, under the crystal chandelier that swayed when she opened her eyes. "Bailey, I told you that until we're wed you're to pretend there's no agreement." "Must've forgot." He picked up his hat and strutted out the door before her shocked father could stop him.

He couldn't deny the hole he was in, but could the uppity young miss who kept his head spinning be the answer he was looking for?

After only a few moments in her presence, he found himself wondering what dragon he might slay for her.

He'd captured bandits, stopped vandals and settled disputes with hostile natives. Who would have thought the one thing to terrify him was the thought of loving a pretty woman named Beth Wallin?

Kahraman, gururun aldat?c? ilah?ndan vazgeçerek kölelikten kurtulur ve sonunda mutsuzlu?un hakikatine eri?ir. Bu vazgeçi?, yarat?c? vazgeçi?ten ay?rt edilemez. Romant?ik bir yazar? gerçek romanc? yapan metafizik arzuyu yenmesidir.

Remember when we used to share our secrets?" he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders. "The Stone," she laughed. "I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No - scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you.

Deep down, I'm a Texas girl looking for that big romance every girl dreams about. Biologically, I look forward to being a cornerstone of a family. I'll be in my glory when I have a child on my knee.

If you did get any of this sauce on your lips, I'd be happy to lick it off for you.

Palate properly whetted, I spelunked for her clitoris, tasting Bourgogne Rouge and Maya's body.

seemed likely to remain so for another seven, or even twenty-seven, for the only girl I had ever been really soft on had found another bargain she liked

Putting his mouth close to her ear, he said, "I'm going to ride you raw, baby, but you won't care. It's going to feel so good, all you'll be able to think about is getting me back inside you. Keeping me here, packed up tight and deep, screwing into you so hard you go hoarse from your screams . . .

A man in love does not notice the cut of the dress, but rather a face of a beloved.

Toda historia de amor es, si uno no la ve sino que la vive, si uno no la observa por las gafas sino por el microscopio, una historia de terror

Guy Molony, who ran away from New Orleans at sixteen to fight in the Boer War. It was the era of romantic soldiering, when boys heeded the call of Rudyard Kipling ("Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, / Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst," he wrote in "Mandalay").

I'd never been in love, because I was waiting for the silent-movie love: big eyes and violins, chattering without sound, pure. Nobody had loved right since 1926.

Scott calls Bois-Guilbert 'an unprincipled voluptuary,' which is hard to improve on.

That's why love stories don't have endings! They don't have endings because love doesn't end.

Just go on dancing with me like this forever, Garraty, and I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoes on the stars and hang upside down from the moon.

As it fell upon a dayIn the merry month of May,Sitting in a pleasant shadeWhich a grove of myrtles made.

the sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. i've never had it done so gently before. you have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them like sunlight on the wings of birds.

My God, ma'am, you're so pretty I'd walk ten miles barefooted on a freezing morning to stand in your shit.

Through all the drama—whether damned or not—Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot.