Quotes About Romance

Dal … Dal …" Mindlessly, she whispered his name as his kisses deepened and became possessive and deliberate. But slow. Exploring. Teasing. Never quite enough. Kisses that drank desire from her mouth and left her frantic with wanting, wanting, wanting.

This time his kiss was full and provocative, summoning sensations she had believed, had hop, were submerged too deeply to be awakened. But his fingers on her face, his mouth, his lips, stirred slumbering emotions and coaxed them to life. His hands moved to cup her head, to spread across her spine, and he crushed her against him as their kisses deepened.

roses. They are considered the ultimate flower to give as a gift, especially the classic red ones. Their special scent is a part of many of our perfumes.

His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it. from "She Does Not Love You

I melt at your glances and become music.

A small café, that's love.

Love at first sight was a common romantic theme, but he could not recall reading about love at the umpteenth thousandth meeting

I've kind of been crushing on this girl. Up until now, I've been semi-content just saying "Hi" from time-to-time but now I really want to call her up and ask her out. I guess that means I've finally fallen for her all the way, doesn't it?

instead of being in history he was in love

Well, really, how would you like to make love with someone who kept twittering about his pure mystic modality and wanted to stick flowers in your navel?

He was constantly surprising me like that. I had thought I didn't like surprises, but I found I did when they came from him.

For the love of dick, please fuck me!

His fingers glided under the waistband of his shorts he edged them past his hips, highlighting the delicious V I always called the 'arrow to sexytimes.

I think it was my saliva that unlocked the desire in you, Mads.

As in if-the-van-is-a-rockin'-don't-come-a-knockin'?" asked Austin.

por qué llorar... por qué sufrir...Callar mi dicha quisiera, ...que el mundo no lo supiera, ...mas grita dentro de mi... esta ansiedad de vivir...para querer...Estoy feliz, ...también lo estás, ...me quieres tú, ... te quiero más...Estoy tan enamorado, que ya olvidé lo pasado, ...y hoy me siento feliz, ...porque te he visto... llorar por mí

The days were sunny, the nights were star-studded. Indeed married life was strawberries for breakfast and loving all the time.

It's called Betty Blue," he said. "You watch, I'll translate.

It was a sensory phantasmagoria. The coldness of the setting moon, the warmth of the rising sun, and the sky above an explosion of pinks, yellows, and reds. From behind, Tessa felt Skylar scoop up her hair and lift it away from her neck. He pressed his lips to her exposed skin and she trembled, his touch rushing through every nerve in her body. Then she heard him whisper softly, "I'm still here, Tess.

Il y a des premiers baisers qui font basculer votre vie.

Cuceririle amoroase sunt cele mai egoiste dintre cruciade.

Ma mère m'a gavé d'histoires d'amour idéal, c'est un lourd handicap que d'avoir des idéaux. - Pourquoi ? - Ça place la barre très haut. - Pour l'autre ? - Non, pour soi-même.

If all relationships started badly, Prince Charming would disappear from every fairy tale ever written and romantic comedies would be filed under horror.