Quotes About Romance

There's always a 'she'. Isn't there?

She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.

La cálida mano de Angie se cerraba en torno a la mía mientras dábamos media vuelta y, esquivando los escombros, seguíamos el camino de la brisa en dirección a nuestra parte de la ciudad.

Le dí un beso y ella me lo devolvió.

He slips his hand onto the nape of my neck, runs his long fingers through my tangled and gently kisses my forehead. I close my eyes. "I'm in so much trouble here," I mumble. But I don't have the wherewithal to resist as he presses his determined lips to mine.

Jane stood by the side of Lord Frederick, the family connection, who was handsome and charming beyond what any family had a right to expect. With gallant punctiliousness, he had early claimed his right to the first two dances. "For you have kept me waiting longer than any other partner," he told her. "I have been waiting for you to grow up.

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul

I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.

Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time, he said callously. Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no? Absence, I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. AND fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.

Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.

Mo Nighean donn, he whispered, mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart. Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.

Then kiss me, Claire, he whispered, And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.

I love you, a nighean donn. I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye 'til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased wi' the world.

And you, my Sassenach? What were you born for? To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fields like a gypsy? To be a healer, or a don's wife, or an outlaw's lady? I was born for you, I said simply, and held out my arms to him.

I thought the force of my wanting must wake ye, surely. And then ye did come. . . He stopped, looking at me with eyes gone soft and dark. Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye…. He shook his head slowly. I did think I should die, if I didna have ye, he said softly. Just then.

A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.

Jamie shook his head at me admiringly. "And here I thought I married you because ye had a fair face and a fine fat arse. To think you've a brain as well!" He neatly dodged the blow I aimed at his ear, and grinned at me.

You're mine, mo duinne...Mine alone, now and forever...Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach...I want to own you, to posses you, body and soul. pge 319

Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last." And he bent his head to my upturned face.

Jamie, I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him. Bloody Christ, I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch. Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?

I was born for you -Claire Fraser, Outlander

I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air.

It starts out the same, but then, after a moment," he said, speaking softly, "suddenly it's as though I've a living flame in my arms." His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. "And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed.