Quotes About Romance

I leaned into Karrin a little and said, next to her ear, You ready for this? Only a lunatic is ready for this, she said. I could hear her smile as she spoke. Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth. I almost fell off the Harley. She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, For luck. Star Wars -style. You are so hot right now, I told her.

I thought I told you I didn't want to talk to you, Mr. Dresden. I like women who play hard to get.

Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth. I almost fell off the Harley. She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, "For luck. Star Wars–style." "You are so hot right now," I told her.

He shook his head. "Love killed the dinosaurs, man.

Just a hint," she pressed. "A word of comment. Something shared between two people who are very attracted to one another." "Which two people would that be?

Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

Granted, the battle harness and the P90 she carried (illegally, if that mattered at this point) made her a little lumpier and pointier than the dictates of romance typically mandated for a love interest, but all things considered, I didn't mind.

Please, help me. Young werewolves in love.

In fact he was as lovesick as a high schooler of an especially sensitive sort who wonders if he dare share a poem with his beloved or whether she will laugh at him. He does read her the poem and her feminine capacity for romanticism for a moment approaches his own and they are suffused in a love trance, a state that so ineluctably peels back the senses making them fresh again whatever ages the lovers might be.

He's quite a thinker. I stood up and started to take off my clothes. He got down on the floor. We really went to town all evening and I sent him home before midnight.

True love is a tiny pearl, easily imagined and easily lost.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

I found and island in your arms and country in your eyes.

I'm gonna love you Till the heavens Stop the rain. I'm gonna Love you Till the stars Fall from the sky For you and I

Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

I taste the honey from a flower named Blue Way down in California And New York drowns as we held hands

So down and down and down and down And down and down we go Hurry my darling we mustn't be late For the show Neptune champion games to an aqua World so very dear Right this way smiles a mermaid I can hear Atlantis full of cheer.

Diana wept a tear after we made love and said, My Earthly darling, I must bid you farewell… She could have been my wife, But her time, I didn't dare wish to waste.

That to me is the way any good romantic would look at his life: Live it first, then write it down before you go.

If it's only a kiss you want, I can kiss you with my clothes on." —Katie O'Reilly to Captain Lord Blackthorn

Gwen: It's not going to work. Paul: Pardon me? Gwen: Cinderella's not going to sleep with you because you're taking the ugly stepsister to the ball. She'll still make you wait.

I thought about the way we danced, close.

As it happened I did not grow up to be the kind of woman who is the heroine in a Western, and although the men I have know have had many virtues and have taken me to live in many places that I have come to love, they have never been John Wayne, and they have never taken me to that bend in the river where to cottonwoods grow. Deep in that part of my heart where the artificial rain forever falls, that is still the line I wait to hear.

As it happened I did not grow up to be the kind of woman who is the heroine in a Western, and although the men I have known have had many virtues and have taken me to live in many places that I have come to love, they have never been John Wayne, and they have never taken me to that bend in the river where to cottonwoods grow. Deep in that part of my heart where the artificial rain forever falls, that is still the line I wait to hear.