Quotes About Romance

You," he said quietly, no longer able to lie. "You tempt me.

Perhaps this Beauty might just be willing to love her Beast.

He nipped at her upper lip. "I bought the tux." She blinked. "You bought the tux." Bubbles of happiness burst into life inside her, rich and golden. "More cost-effective than renting one if you plan to use it a lot.

He had never loved before her and he would never love after her—there was no after Elena for him. My love for you is the deepest truth of my existence. Spring and summer, fall and winter, I would spend all the seasons of my life with you.

Dime una cosa, Rafael. Él ya se estaba girando para avanzar hacia la puerta. —¿Qué es lo que quieres saber, cazadora del Gremio? Elena disimuló la sonrisa que le había provocado ese desliz. —¿Cómo debo llamarte? ¿Marido? ¿Compañero? ¿Novio? Rafael se quedó inmóvil con la mano en el picaporte y la miró con una expresión indescifrable. —Puedes llamarme «Amo»

Even lovers of murder had a well-concealed romantic bone or two. Probably buried in the basement under two feet of concrete.

There was an orange flickering candle on their table, which was a fine touch in the dimly lit place. It put sort of a golden glow on their faces. Bena liked that and sort of settled into letting herself feel pretty, you know, like nearly any woman can when the lights are low.

Miss Pickett...Lucy ~ for the love of heaven, may I call you Lucy? I've saved you from a ghost and a vamp attack. I've seen your naked back, and this marks the second time you've slept in my bed.

Though Amelie was a voracious reader of romantic novels, she was painfully shy around men in whom she found an interest.

Although solving murders and matchmaking ought to be as different as night and day, the thump of excitement in her heart was the same.

Perhaps, for some, love strikes like lightning, but for me, it crept upon me like a thief in the night. A very handsome thief, who has quite stolen my once-lonely heart.

I'll miss you. If you stay, I'll kiss you. Cause you're my girl, girl.

I must think about something else for a while. But then I remember his warn arms and his big strong legs touching mine and how hard and wide his chest was and how hot his kiss was, and I got outside and feed the chickens. They are getting mighty fat.

Liza, me gustaría fugarme contigo, que nos casáramos por ahí, maldita sea.

Buon Natale," she whispered, "amore mio." "Merry Christmas, my love," I answered.

She smiled up at him, and he saw his whole world in her eyes.

Let's make this a slow ride, shall we?" The deep purr of her voice brought a sassy grin to his face. The long slant of his eyes grew languid. "You have the reins, cher. You can whip me with them if you like.

Have I told you that you are my every dream?" Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. "Not recently.

One reads poetry because he is a member of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion! Medicine, law, banking - these are necesseary to sustain life. But poetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for!

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for

My love is like a red, red rose...

Sweetly, he cupped her cheek and very slowly and deliberately pushed down the bodice of her blouse just a little. She laughed. They kissed. Kissed harder. The warmth between them heated, then blazed—the greatest gift of the Goddess—as Holgar tore off her clothes and—

I now pronounce yo a mated pair," the cardinal said, clearly pleased with himself over the phrase. There was an expectant pause while everyone waited for the line that he'd clearly forgotten. "Better kiss her quick, wolfie," Jamie teased gently. Holgar swept Skye up in his arms, and she squealed with joy as they kissed.

And though she loves nothing more than the sight of her handsome prince, his wife sometimes dreams about that unknown lover, and, on such occasions, he comes to her. Even now, this very evening, the prince is waiting outside her bedchamber door until it is fully dark, when he will slip quietly in...