Quotes About Romance

This coffee looks, like, totally amazing and delicious, but I really want to kiss you. And for that I need two hands because I'm going to have to hold you up. That's how hard I'm going to kiss you.

Justin stirred, smiling even before his eyes were open. "Well, hello. This person reaching up my shirt better be who I think it is, or I'm gonna freak out." Celeste pulled her hand away quickly. "Sorry." "Oh good, it is you," he murmured. "Why is there stopping? Why is there no more hand being all cute and awesome?

You know what feels better than anything physical?" Esben looks at me for a long time. "How it feels to be falling for someone the way that I'm falling for you.

Celeste) Be the hero, Matty. Come on. You're supposed to be the hero now. The romatic lead. I know that, too, he said. Matt did not hesitate a moment longer. Julie, I love you. I absolutely love you.

His mouth was soft and unhurried. Teasing, even. His tongue just brushed hers and making her tremble. She kissed back, tasting him, breathing him in. Julie was dizzy and shaky and inundated with his heat.

You are the great love of my life that I'm never going to have.

Justin: I am falling so in love with you.

Whatever you like, my fairest princess of duchesses of the queendom." "That doesn't make any sense." He raises an eyebrow. "Have we met?" I

She looked into Matt's eyes. "Even so, I love you." Matt smiled at her and winked. "I know.

Let your world as you know it be blown to bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone.

Eccentricities, of which I know I have many, do not hold universal sexual and romantic lure. I understand that.

I got you a present." "Did you?" "It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work

Family or love or romance, whatever it is, is not restricted to perfect people. If it were, it wouldn't exist. All of that comes out in my work in some way.

I dream about finding an exception and finding someone who would make me believe in love and realize that it can work out.

If I'm working this hard in the morning, I'd prefer it be because my man has woken me up with an eight-inch nudge.

For me, I sort of felt like it was kind of a fairytale... but an interesting one. I don't know of anybody who has had a romance quite like this, but I certainly know people who have stuck it out.

I don't want to get stuck in romantic comedy.

My daughter loves romances. She's a Ph.D student at George Washington University, and when my first book without a clinch cover came out, she said to me: 'Finally, a book I can read on the Metro.'

In this watering-place I acted an heroic character, badly studied; and being a novice on such a stage, I forgot my part before a pair of lovely blue eyes.

I don't think anybody at the major studios is rushing to offer me a romantic lead.

1921' is a fantastic love story about people who are studying music. It has a fair leaning towards classic love story.

'Romance' is based on my entire creative process. I fall in love with an idea, obsess over it, isolate myself with it, and when I eventually introduce it to my friends, they all tell me that it's stupid.

It's stupid to say that there's any comfort to be had in 'knowing your place,' but there is a sense of reassuring escapism to something like 'Downton Abbey.' There's a perceived romance and elegance that is wonderful to lose yourself in.

I love the '40s. I love the '50s. I love the style, I love the clothes. I love how the women looked. I love the dances. I love the music. I love the amber of the light. I'm just in love with the cars. I'm in love with all of it.