Quotes About Romance

Of course we know that sexual promiscuity increases the likelihood of STIs, which is why we explore sexuality through romance - it's safer (and you don't have to shave your legs).

Writing love letters was a blasted difficult thing to do, especially with the lady in question commenting on every line.

In the land of historical romance novels, particularly the Regencies, there is no line more quoted than this: Reformed rakes make the best husbands. It's the sort of pithy one-liner a beloved character dashes off and everyone laughs a sparkling laugh, the heroine knits her brow, and the rogue in question scowls but we all know the truth: That bad boy will soon be reformed. And he will like it.

A man didn't easily forget his last first kiss.

The boy toy smiled and, right there in the half-open garage, planted a kiss on his lover's lips as if he wanted to trap the soul escaping out of his mouth and into the other's body.

Žena je uvijek zanimljiva kad je zaljubljena tada je pametnija odlu?nija ljupkija nego ikad. Muškarac je rastresen ili grub ili nerazmišljen ili pla?ljivo nežan.

?çine kapan?k olmas?n? sadece a?k ortadan kald?rabilirdi. O zaman aralar?ndaki a?k de?il miydi?

You'll blow up a helicopter, but you won't go out with me? What is wrong with you?

She had seen that look on the faces of lovers in restaurants, on the secret: a secret, meaningful glance exchanged between two people. There seemed to be a conspiracy of passion in the world.

He almost thought of being a boyfriend as like being a duke or an earl; it was as if he had land to oversee now, and ribbons to cut.

All these years later, the story of their parents' end, passed down like lore, still seemed unbearably romantic to their students—less so to Marie, who, after sobbing violently next to her sister, Dara, through the funeral, insisted, I never saw them hold hands once.

Glitterdust across a broad expanse of blue. Before me, the water unfurled like dark swaths of shadowed silk, colors muted, reflections cast by the lamps hanging from the prows of the gondolas rippling, and my heart swelled at the beauty and the romance of it.

For so delicious were the words she'd sung, it seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long.

His eyes were that curious shade of hazel that made her think of sunshine and toffee, caramel and whiskey, sweetness and sin all at once, and they were fixed on her with so much heat. So much intent. And she knew he was right. This was her moment, here and now....

He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did. It fascinated him.

The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.

I'm in love with him, & I think I've known that for a long time, but now I can't stop myself from admitting it. I love the way he dances for me, trying to make me laugh, not caring if he looks a little like a fool. He is adorable and charming, and the breath leaves my lungs and my heart forgets to beat, moment after moment. I love him. I love him. I love him.

I'd known him less then forty-eight hours and already I'd seen how he looked when he came, tasted his cooking, and had my ass handed to me playing Dance Dance Revolution, and now I was going to practically be living with him.

What are you wearing?" I looked down at my soft flannel pajamas. I'd washed them so many times the plaid pattern had faded mostly to grays and whites. "What do you want me to be wearing?" Dan's voice shifted a little. I imagined a smile. "Nothing." Such a small thing, that little bit of flirting, but all at once I felt as if air had rushed into my lungs, and I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. "Nothing but a smile.

tenía los Seis Síntomas Mortales de un Hombre Enamorado: 1. Incapacidad para pensar derecho. 2. Una alarmante propensión a sonreír en los momentos más extraños. 3. Pensamiento constante en el objeto de su deseo. 4. Absolutamente ningún interés en otros miembros del sexo opuesto. 5. Una sorprendente buena voluntad hacia el mundo en general. 6. Excitación sexual perpetúa.

Once upon a time the sun hadn't risen without her thinking about Nick's smile, and the wind hadn't blown without it whispering his name.

And what was dancing but fucking with your clothes on?

He was the loveliest sight she'd ever seen.

Be careful," he said. Bess looked at him. "I think it's too late for that." He smiled. Then he kissed her, right there on the porch where the whole world could see. Right on the mouth. Right where she wanted.