Quotes About Romance

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. "Hey!

Expiring for love is beautiful but stupid.

Authors like Martin Amis, Peter Ackroyd or Julian Barnes engage with metropolitan subject-matter, but the books that sell by the container-load are historical romances. The upper classes may have lost their political power, but they still manage to set the social tone and determine the aspirations of the ambitious.

Instead I crawled next to him, snuggling close. Zach, wake up. Can't. Sleeping. I pressed my mouth to his in a full, deep kiss. Second thought, not sleeping.

Love is too pure a light to burn long among the noisome gases that we breathe, but before it is choked out we may use it as a torch to ignite the cozy fire of affection.

What is a date really, but a job interview that lasts all night?

Many girls have been romanced under the moon, and I don't mean to say moonlight is overrated, but few I think have known the magic of a sunrise kiss.

When she dreams of love, she dreams of smashed potatoes.

And the last remaining pace between our lips were gone and i was falling headlong into her eyes, right there on Palo Verde after dinner. And I can tell you, that was no saint kissing me.

I stared across the crackling fire at Brenda, the glow lighting up her heart-shaped face. My love for her was carved into my bones.

Rakes make good husbands. Especially when they fall in love.

He wanted her. Now. He wanted her all night. Every night for a week. A month. Maybe even a year. He sank down in a chair beside the fire and rubbed his eyes. "I'm in trouble," he muttered. And never had he believed a statement more.

Her name is Lysandra Keates, and she arrived uninvited on my doorstep a few days ago. I do not know the particulars of her situation as of yet, but my impression is that she is in dire straits. She has begged me to match her with a man." "I am not looking for a mistress!" Andrew snapped, but he couldn't help a brief, powerful image of the girl in the garden…in his bed, her legs wrapped around him as he drove into her.

There was a heated spell being woven in the room, shrinking the world down to just the two of them.

Great God, Vivien…Miss Manning. I didn't expect to see you here today." She tilted her head. "Nor I you. When I heard your voice, I thought I was dreaming." He arched a brow. "Do you often dream of me in bookstores?" She laughed even though the question was a loaded one. "You must know you are dreamed of by dozens of women. I could not say I wasn't one of them.

He laughed, but his face was unreadable as he looked at her titles. "Ah, a collection from Sir Walter Scott. Very nice, I've always liked his poetry. Sense and Sensibility, but surely you have read this one." She nodded after a moment. "Y-Yes. It is one of my favorites. I only rather liked this binding." He held his gaze on her for a moment and then nodded.

Maybe all love is hopeless.

I was just another stupid girl waiting for Prince Charming to give me true love's first kiss, and I hated myself for it.

Despite everything that life had shown me, I always believed in love: I wanted someone to take me away from these simple feelings I knew.

He leans into me and kisses me again. Harder this time. He tastes like eternity, and healing, and completion. No one else could ever kiss me like this, of that I am positive. I could breathe in him forever. I could fall in love forever.

I am staggered by you. I am intoxicated by you. I think about you way more than I should. I want to get to know you as much as possible, but you have to let me. I mean, if that's what you want. Maybe you think I'm a huge jerk, and maybe you're done with me. So tell me that if you need to." He kissed her hands again and peeked up at her, his eyes sparkling. "But please don't, because I desperately want to take you out tonight.

This love triangle had reached new heights, and as much as Matt loved geometry, this was not the sort of triangle he wanted anything to do with.

Say that you love me. Please. Because I am so goddamn in love with you that I can hardly breathe when we're apart …." … "I do love you. I don't remember what not being in love with you feels like.

You'll skydive, and hang into ravines by thin ropes, and go rafting in the rapids, but you won't... what? Get crazy and reckless with an amazing girl? You won't fall madly out-of-your-brains in love? Let your world as you know it be blown into bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone?