Quotes About Romance

I think it's the whole 'bad boy who's so good but destined to break your heart' fantasy. Which doesn't sound like much of a fantasy when you put the broken heart part in the picture, but it is. It so is.

I don't know. What if I don't want to and you do?" " I just want you and us, baby. And when the time is right, and this hospital room isn't that time, I'll ask you to marry me properly and then take you pyramid hunting all over the world. You and me, baby. That's what I want.

Until then," he says, all velvet and seduction, "I'll be fantasizing about the moment when the only thing wrapped around me is you.

She was turning Royce into her knight in shining armor, and she knew all too well that was a fairy tale that didn't exist.

he's made the violin cool and sexy.

Lisa Renee Jones

Sweetheart, if a box of chocolate and some flowers win you over, then you weren't ever mine to start with. But you are mine. He just doesn't know it yet. - Nick

Lisa Renee Jones

Something I've wanted to call you for a very long time." "You Tarzan, me Jane?" she asked, teasing him.

Romance is dead — it was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece.

Only one sort of man is worse than an Italian when it comes to their appetite for women." "Oh? And what is that?" "A Frenchmen.

He smiled at me with that grin…and I floated across the floor to him, my handsome prince.

Off course, if Steven had a wife in the attic, like Mr. Rochester in Jane Eyre, that, I thought, would be another matter entirely. But the very idea made me laugh. His building had no attic, and his one small closet couldn't even hold a skeleton. It was too packed with clothes, his and mine.

My Sleeping Beauty ~ I kissed you, but you did not wake. I find this strange for I know I am your prince.

I remember lost loves, and loves that never were.

even though Jack wasn't a romantic man in big showy ways, those little things let me know his feelings more than any high-dollar roses on Valentine's Day ever could have. In Corinthians, Paul says love's not boastful, so I reckon Jack got it right. His love was patient and quiet, and it endured.

he winks at her. The wink makes me think of

were the times when the roses grew wild.

For a women to wear the clothes that a man had bought her was to feel his touch with every waking moment. For a man to hear the whisper of cloth as walked, was to feel her response to him, the throb of her pulse as it intensified, the silky heat between her thighs as waited for him to unwrap her.

All weddings, except those with shotguns in evidence, are wonderful.

cupids instead. The plates with the remnants of that evening's

Yes, romance novels are extreme. The situations are turned up to eleven and everyone is beautiful without dieting or exercise and the sex is always amazing, but when I strip all that away what I get is that all of this"—Sasha motions to everything around us, and I'm assuming she means the world and our existence and not this particular Mexican restaurant—"that all of this is nothing without love.

Underneath […] I find what Sasha has entitled "The Rules of Romance." The are as follows: 1. Everyone deserves to be worshipped. 2. There's a hero inside all of us. 3. The hero and heroine are fine on their own but know they're better together. 4. Risk your heart, it's worth it. 5. Always believe in a happy ending.

I play the "Guess Who's on a First Date" game. Which ninety-seven-pound girl is eating her weight in pasta, thinking the best way to ensnare a man is by acting like you're an effortlessly sexy robot who doesn't sweat, poop, diet, or nag?