Quotes About Romance

An intriguing world where vampires rule, only the strongest survive, and romance offers hope in the darkest hours.

Are the two of you quite done with your sweet nothings? Because I might vomit.

Cliare: You know what? I need you right now. Shane:Now? Claire: Right now. Shane: Oh, that's so exactly what I was going to say. *dropping C. to the bed.* Claire: Jinxies

He stepped forward and took both her hands in his cool ones. For a moment, she thought he intended to kiss her, and for a panicked moment she wasn't sure if she ought to stop him, wanted to stop him…but then he just touched his forehead to hers and held it there.

Perhaps one day I'd be made a saint—the patron saint of fools and lovers, if those terms were not exactly the same.

Shane kissed her one more time, lightly and softly, and fluffed her hair back from her face. "To be continued," he said. "I hate cliff-hangers." "Blame Eve.

Bite Me!-Shane Collins to Eve Rosser. The Morganville Vampire Series

What kind of stupid trip is this? So far, I've been assaulted, insulted, arrested, and now I'm tied to a chair by a bunch of vampires in case they crave a little O negative at lunch. And my boyfriend is out there somewhere, dodging sunbeams. This sucks!

No way, Eve replied. If you're going, go big. Remind me to play poker with you later, Michael said. I love a girl who'll go all in. She hip-bumped him. That's what you want to do with me later? Dude. Respect the dress, at least. Michael trailed his pale fingers down her back, following the line of her spine, all the way to the red rose. Eve shivered, and her eyes went half-closed. Whatever Michael whispered in her ear, Claire thought it was probably way too personal to hear.

Hey." Shane's hip nudged her chair, and he bent over, putting his mouth very close to her ear. "What are you doing?" "Thinking." "Stop." "Stop thinking?" "You're doing way too much of it. It'll make you go blind." She laughed and turned her face toward his. "I think you're thinking of something else.

Shane stood up when he saw her, which made her heart turn cartwheels, and he pulled out her chair. Eve and Michael shared an amused look. So cute, Eve said. When Shane glared, she smiled. No, really. It is. Dude, chill.

Are you going to the dining hall? Glain smiled very briefly. It was a rare enough event, and it made her almost human. Almost pretty. Are you asking to escort me, like some girl you're romancing? Jess. Don't waste your time. I'm extremely unavailable.... Remind me never to be polite to you again, he said, and she laughed this time, came around, and draped a comrade's arm around his shoulders. Of course I will.

The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? 'I Want to Hold Your Hand.' The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants... They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it's difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there's nothing else you could ever want.

Cinderella! Dov cried. Let down your hair!

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between love and in love

Nick stands up and offers his hand to me. I have no idea what he wants, but what the hell, I take his hand anyway, and he pulls me up on my feet then presses against me for a slow dance and it's like we're in a dream where he's Christopher Plummer and I'm Julie Andrews and we're dancing on the marble floor of an Austrian terrace garden. Somehow my head presses Nick's t-shirt and in this moment I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.

So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.

Fuck Tris. I would give body parts to have a guy write something like that for me. My kidney? Oh, both of them? Here, Nick, they're yours—just write more for me. I'll give you a start: boy in punk club asks strange girl to be his girlfriend for five minutes, girl kisses boy, boy kisses back, boy then meets girl—what did you notice about this girl? Nick, let's hear some lyrics. Please? Ready. Set. Go.

I've never understood why looking hot has to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something?

I love you for answering the call of a red notebook once upon a time.

We met in the park to wrest the afternoon into the shape of a stroll.