Quotes About Romance

In spite of this love, sex, and equality with Steven, I didn't want to let go of Amy. More than that, I sensed that the good stuff I has now having with Steven had something to do with what she had brought out in me. Or more, to the point, my confidence and self-knowledge about what I wanted had something to do with having a woman in my romantic sphere. it wasn't long before I broke up with Steven and fell in love with Amy.

The very next morning Julio, the gardener, walked through the front door and I fell in love. He walked right into my body. He climbed up my ribs and into me. I thought to myself, Say a prayer for ladders. I wanted to smell his neck and place my mouth on his mouth and taste him and hold him. I wanted to smell the smell of garden and grass and palm tree, smell of rose and leaf and lemon flower. I fell in love with the gardener and his name was Julio.

I'll never forget my first time with you' Min said as she edged the doughnut off her finger. 'The earth moved, and then my mother asked my father who he was going down on at lunch.

Say, 'Thank you, Phin.' " "Oh, please." "Say, Thank youvery much, Phin. " "I don't think so." "Say, 'You are a great lover, Phin.' " "I'm out of here.

Okay, Shane, Agnes said as Brenda's clock gonged midnight. I got Joey in the kitchen, a cop in the front hall, a dead body in the basement, and you in my bedroom. Where do you want to start?

She slid out from under his arm, and picked up his shirt from the floor. When she put it on, it failed to meet in the middle over her chest. that always worked in the movies, she thought, disgusted, and dropped it on the floor.

I like my afterglow with you in motion. I measure time by how your body sways.

Christ, I'm in a Doris Day movie

Infatuation is the fun part of falling in love. Infatuation triggers a chemical in the brain called PEA, your heart races, and you get breathless and dizzy, you tremble, and you can't think. It's what most people think of when they think of falling in love, and everybody goes through it.

Hello. I like you naked. Never wear clothes again.

She glared at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" "I think I'm the fuck you want," Nick said, and when she swung on him, he ducked under her arm and caught her to him, taking her mouth with his so completely that she stopped swinging to enjoy the heat and shudder he kissed into her, so relieved to finally have his arms around her.

No, this wasn't just about sex, but for the next hour or so, it was going to be mostly about sex.

I'm fine, Kate said. In fact, since my last two dates were so awful, things can only get better. Bad deduction, Jessie said. If that were true, I'd be dating Harrison Ford by now.

Allie put her chin on his shoulder to look into the carton. He had great shoulders and Chinese food. At the moment, he was the perfect man.

Lee stood in front of the class the first day and said, "Anybody who makes fun of romance fiction is making fun of Jane Austen, and anybody who makes fun of Jane Austen answers to me." Why yes, I would walk across broken glass for that man. Why do you ask?

Tu es inoubliable. Tu vois ? Même pas besoin de répéter après toi pour dire ça. Et maintenant, est-ce que je peux vous faire l'amour , s'il vous plaît, madame ?

Four fabulous days and three glorious nights." More than that, Victoria thought. Fabulous days and glorious nights for the rest of my life.

Jennifer Crusie

Jennifer Crusie

No more pipeline. I've lost all my interest in the West. The only thing I want to explore is you

Instead she came face-to-face, well to be technically accurate, face-to-wall-of-hard-muscular-chest with the big, badass bounty hunter himself who'd been starring front and center in her secret fantasies. Cade Stone.

I wanted love, the big love, the kind people wrote songs and made movies about. I wanted to be the center of some guy's universe, the only thing he could think about. I wanted to matter that way.

Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution's way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty.

Baby, groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.