Quotes About Romance

Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite.

Love a word that fills the stomch with butterflys when said. A word more missed used then truly what it was ment for.

Sometimes people are in love with the idea of being in love instead of being in love with the person they are with.

You are my Prince and I am your Princess. One day our hearts will join as one, live happily in God's grace. We will decorate our home with peace and harmony, sprinkle it with lots of sweet hug and kisses, color it with lots of romance and paassionate love.

I don't want you to be just somebody I love. I want you to be the LOVE of MY LIFE!

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. --Aristotle

Love is...Running into his arms, Colliding with his heart, And exploding into his soul!

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn't what romantic songs tell us it is, love simply is.

True love, to me, is when she's the first thought that goes through your head when you wake up and the last thought that goes through your head before you go to sleep.

In French culture, the best way of buying time or getting off the hook entirely in a thorny personal situation is to claim that it's complicated. The French did not invent love, but they did invent romance, so they've had more time than any other culture on earth to refine the nuances of its language.

There are only two things in life,' Bergé said. 'Love and beauty.

I've thought about it a hundred times. I even buy bridal magazines sometimes. I want David Tutera to do my wedding.

Those like Brasini and those who are not like Brasini. Those who would take your face in their hands and kiss you like in the films and those who would never in ten million years take your face in their hands and kiss you like in the films. ...You are definitely a Brasini, sir. ...the Brasini theory,....

his "ma guarda che roba, but will you look at this," when he sees the flowers and then his tinkering search for the espresso pot while I'm pulling on shorts and sandals, shouting down, "Why don't we just run up the hill for cappuccini?

The lover says How beautiful you are, now that you love me.

I liked the way he cradled my cheeks in his hands as we kissed. He pressed his body closer to mine. I moved backward until my butt touched something cold. He'd backed me into the cooler. The thought repulsed me for a second and I tried to shove him away. "Kiss me back," he whispered, and I responded, all thoughts of where we were flying out of my brain. I wriggled closer and touched my lips to his once again. His hands tangled in my hair and the tip of his tongue met mine.

Drunkenness was a communal and personal pleasure at once, a miserable state only to those not drinking. Sobriety to him was a cruel attack of conscience masking itself as awareness. If sober people were so aware, how come they only spoke truth when drunk? Give him the romance of a drunkard over the indignation of a teetotaler any day.

She not no fool, Lilith tell herself. She not a sleeping princess and Robert Quinn is not no king or prince. He just a man with broad shoulders and black hair who call her lovey and she like that more than her own name. She don't want the man to deliver her, she just want to climb in the bed and feel he wrap himself around her.

Indeed, sir, I would be more than willing to do whatever I can to speed my mistress and myself away from this accursed country and away from the likes of you." She looked Alex directly in the eye. "You, sir, ride with death on your shoulder, and it does not make for pleasant company.

You're supposed to make a wish on a falling star," he murmured. "Did you?" "I most certainly did. It took two dozen, but you're finally here.

She watched Malachy curl his long fingers around a lock of Layla's straight hair, gently caressing it as he mused on the origins of stars. The young astronomer knew that in Aristotelian times the word 'comet' meant "the length of luminous hair," but the word eventually changed to signify the orbiting streak that sometimes, just sometimes, flies a little too close to the sun.

breakups mean flowers.

We were very...anachronistic. The love that dared not speak its name.

Fair knight, the code of love says that marriage is no obstacle to lovers." Her brow wrinkled. "Does that satisfy you?