Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

You make terrible, terrible plans.” “Hey, ” I protested. “One of my plans caught you didn’t it?” “Yeah, but you meant to catch Sean.” He took his hand off my shoulder. I waved his concerns...

My heart beats so hard, I feel like I have an earthquake inside of me. It’s weighing me down and my hands shake with the need of safety and comfort.

It is inevitable plunge into your lookwithout falling in love

Shanna, sweet Shanna. How can I tell you what you mean to me? When I saw you at the ball it was as if my heart started beating again. You lit up the room, bright...

…this miserable trick the romantic plays upon himself: of setting just beyond his reach the very thing he prizes.

I’m sorry you don’t want to know me anymore. I will spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I wasted my second chance to know you. And I will always be conscious...

I thought once was enoughYou turned to me and called my bluff,Maybe I should have walked awaybut I couldn’t resist, I needed replay after replay Loving you would be as easy as taking a breathBut to...

We’re adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you’re counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even.

I was shaking when our lips parted and he leaned his forehead against mine, his fingers carding through my hair, my hands on his face. “I won’t let them,” Rafael said. “I won’t let anyone...

History is not a nightmare from which I am trying to awaken, but rather, a glorious tale which I wish to be cast in.

I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a...

For you the guy should be the one who will look like the God among the guys.

What am I to you?’Sophiel smiled. ‘The sun. You are my sun, like Astrid said. My sun, that lights up my life. That looks after me with its fiery rays. I only have to turn...

I know, I know…there’s something cliché about that. The heroine initially wanting to clobber a protagonist male, but later realizing that he’s grown on her and she actually really likes him. Technically, I’m not supposed...

I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child.

I hurt your feelings before. But then, I don’t think you were lacking in self-confidence. You must know that you’re beautiful. Your hair is so golden and you have the bearing of a young Venus....

You hung around the tattered edges of my soul, that’s where you preferred to be…

The sun is a flower, and it burns my goddamn nostrils like the scent of love, which I haven’t tasted since I put on my midnight-black blindfold. I’m just naturally romantic, I guess.

She had two lips like strawberries, and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

Did I hear a woman’s name?

Much more. We’re joined at the heart.””Bad luck for you, I’m afraid. My ticker’s pretty wonky.””Too much boozing.”His eyes twinkled, and he drew me close. “Not enough kissling.

I trained for months to be a boxer. Not Mike Tyson style, but more like Fed Ex. I’m a lover, not a fighter. Well, I’m not really a lover, but I am slightly more romantic...

Each of us has a heart, a soul, and feelings. Each of us desires to be wanted, to be appreciated, and to be loved.””Making love is not something you do to someone―it’s something you share....

I’m saying I love you, Cami. All of that was as real for me as it was for you. I’m asking if you’ll stick this out beside me. I’m willing to lose my badge and...

I have clung To nothing, lov’d a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!

This boy,” he said, indicating the paintings with one sweep of his arms, “was romantic. He thought that it was beauty that bound everything together. And for him it was true. Life had been beautiful...

Ode to the Chamber…linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove…

For you, anything.

…as cartas de amor são rídiculas, isto é o que escreve quando já a morte vem subindo a escada, quando se torna de súbito claro que verdadeiramente ridículo é não ter recebido nunca uma carta...

Twas hard to dislike a man she so enjoyed in bed. Twas harder still to dislike one who kept showing her a more gentle side to his nature

You said she has no travel records leaving Italy?””Yes sir.””So there is a great possibility that she is still here in Italy, isn’t?””Yes sir.””What is ‘true love’ in Italian?”Secretary Wood showed surprise in his boss’...

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.

mnY reason of b”kup, but it hurts moRe when you don”t know evN a single-1.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

I like the way you kiss-a couple of test kisses, then a huge kiss.

Don’t be afraid,” I said, “We belong together.”I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.

I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, ’cause we’re resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I’d be an...

The world of romance and business works on this principle – You may be rejected several times, but not everyone will reject you.

I caught professer ryan or as I call him beautiful face looking back at me with desire in his eyes as if I had just been naked and fingering my sex.

Do you love me, Rain?””More than I knew it was possible to love. All the stars will fall from the heavens before I ever stop.

There’s something about her,” Caire said in a low voice. “She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.

Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

…you definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep.

Nobody looks at what can’t look. We don’t see what doesn’t see. If love is blind, then so are we, because it’s all around us.

Hotel hallways should have conveyer belts for floors, so I can feel like a grocery item on vacation. I guess I’m just a romantic.

I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself.

Stop talking to me!” An I love you disguised as “Stairway to Heaven” isn’t more romantic. Not unless you’re Helen Keller and I’m a slinky.

Wine?” I asked, ready to order.”I’d rather have Sex on the Beach.” He winked at me with a devilish grin.