Quotes About Romance

Richard told me I was the most beautiful girl that had ever been born, that one glance from me set him on fire with desire, that my skin was perfect, that my hair was his delight, that he never slept so well as with his face buried in my blond plait. I don't expect to hear such words of love ever again. I don't expect to feel beautiful ever again. They buried my joy and my girl's vanity with my lover, and I don't expect to feel either ever again. The

Because I love you desperately. Because I can't sleep for thinking of you. Because I burn up with desire for you. Because I dare not look at you, because if I did, every man and woman at court would sell at that in my eyes.

Because I love you desperately. Because I can't sleep for thinking of you. Because I burn up with desire for you. Because I dare not look at you, because if I did, every man and woman at court would see all that that in my eyes.

Philippa Gregory

the smell of him and the touch of his skin, I feel my desire for him rise again and we move together.

Derrida s'intéressait moins au roman qu'à l'écriture, et ce qui l'a fasciné c'est le fait que j'ai fait de l'écriture un roman.

Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon. Our life looks trivial, and we shun to record it. Men seem to have learned of the horizon the art of perpetual retreating and reference. "Yonder uplands are rich pasturage, and my neighbor has fertile meadow, but my field," says the querulous farmer, "only holds the world together.

He will never understand what happened that day between a young man and a young woman. There was a magic: and the name of it was love.

You're my star, a stargazer too, and I wish that I were heaven, with a billion eyes to look at you.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned; Would I were the heavens, looking back at you with ten thousand eyes.

For once touched by love, everyone becomes a poet

El amor es una grave enfermedad mental.

And she reached her face up for another kiss.

Jealous? Maybe. No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

She wasn't absolutely sure who kissed whom this time. Maybe it was gravity tilting, stars exploding. It felt like it.... She gasped into his open mouth, and he moaned. Moaned. She had no idea a sensation could go through her like that, traveling through her skin and nerves like lightning.... Okay, this was kissing . Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a goodbye, this was Hello, sexy , and wow, she'd never even suspected it could feel this way.

Hey! Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall. No onions! Your loss! I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight! Damn, girl. Harsh.

He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.

From Shane's Point of View: Jester talking to Shane: What's the matter? You afraid you'd bite your skinny little girlfriend? Jester laughed. She's already someone else's, you know. I can smell the bite on her. He's marked her. Myrnin. Shut up, I said, and kicked him in the face.

You brought me grenades. You are officially the best girlfriend ever.

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. Is this the part where I kiss you? If you like. Oh, he said, I like.

My vampire boss, who would like to maybe be my boyfriend, just dropped in to tell me he was running away because Morganville's too dangerous.

my boyfriend is a rock god baby (and not kiss-of-death(sorry))

I love it when you talk dirty physics.