Quotes About Romance

It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.

A slow smile began on Gideon's face, and his blue eyes sparkled. With a shake of his head, he put his hand on his chest, as if the sight of her was more than his heart could bear.

Kiss me," she said urgently. Sam's eyes flickered with mild surprise. "Right now?" "Yes." "What kind of kiss?" "What do you mean, what kind of kiss? Just a regular kiss." "A friendly kiss, or a romantic kiss? Are we supposed to be going out together, or—" "Oh, for heaven's sake, " she exclaimed, and pulled his head down to hers.

Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. 'My love is upon you,' he whispered... and she knew then that she had won.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

Evie picked up the smallest of the rings and tried it on the fourth finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly. Raising it closer to her face, she examined the design. It was the simplest of all the rings, a polished gold band engraved with the words Tha Gad Agam Ort. "What does this mean?" she asked MacPhee. "It says, 'My love is upon ye.

I suppose when you say you slept with him, it was more than just a nap?" Lillian shot her a withering glance. "Daisy, don't be a pea wit.

He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. "Amanda, do you trust me?" "Of course not," she said. "I don't know the first thing about you." Laughter rustled from his chest. "Sensible woman.

He'll catch the pox someday," Pandora persisted darkly, "if he hasn't already. And then he'll give it to me." "You're being dramatic. And not all rakes have the pox." "I'm going to ask him if he does." "Pandora, you wouldn't! The poor man would be horrified." "So would I, if I ended up losing my nose.

You sweet…beautiful…lunatic," he heard himself mutter.

Her chances of a decent marriage were about to be dashed-and all because of a ferret.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

Pandora," he said huskily, holding her against his violently thumping heart. "I love you more than I can bear. You're everything to me. You're the reason the earth turns and morning follows night. You're the meaning of primroses and why kissing was invented. You're the reason my heart beats. God help me, I'm not strong enough to survive without you. I need you too much . . . I need you . . .

Alors , he is a virile man, she is a beautiful woman . . . why are they not making salad together?

Crouching over her, St. Vincent teased and fondled until he felt her hips rising tentatively against his hand. "I want to be inside you," he whispered, kissing the side of her neck. "I want to go deep into your body…I'll be so gentle, love…let me turn you over, and…God, you're so lovely…

Sebastian smiled lazily as he came to her. Taking her shoulders in his hands, he slid an appraising glance along her half-clad body. "Don't remove a single freckle, sweet. I found some in the most enchanting places. I already have my favorites…shall I tell you where they are?

Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's arrow when in reality, he's digesting a bad turnip.

You thought I was peculiar," she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck. She felt that he was smiling. "Darling love… you are.

Leo knew next to nothing about governesses, save for the drab creatures in novels, who tended to fall in love with the lord of the manor, always with bad results.

Safe men are for marrying. Dangerous men are for pleasure.

Pausing with the teacup near her lips, Helen said, "I would rather marry you. It will be an adventure." Somewhat mollified , Rhys picked up a light chair with one hand and moved it close to her. "I wouldn't count on much adventuring if I were you. I'm going to look after you and keep you safe." She glanced at him over the rim of the cup, her eyes smiling. "What I meant was, you are the adventure.

I think I'm in love with her. Either that, or I have a stomach disease with a side effect of uncontrollable sweating.

Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?

Christopher felt a smile -his first genuine smile in a long time- pulling at his lips. "Does Miss Hathaway have many suitors?" "Oh, yes. But none of them want to marry her." "Why is that, do you imagine?" "They don't want to get shot," the child said, shrugging. "Pardon?" Christopher's brows lifted. "Before you marry, you have to get shot by an arrow and fall in love," the boy explained.