I don't understand why every guy is not a romantic. I enjoy it.

I'm a very loyal boyfriend. I'm a bit of a joker... I can be romantic, but not too sickly.

So how many tattoos do you have exactly? she asked as Travis met her at the front of her car. It was a question she'd been dying to ask but she couldn't believe she'd just blurted it out all of a...

The Seduction Factor was a very hot and romantic series. - Colorado Cowgirl

I cannot explain what's between us, Lady Newbury, other than to say that I have an uncanny urge to kiss you whenever we meet.

Dorothy: Shut up, just shut up. You had me at "hello". - From Jerry Maguire, 1996

"My breath caught fire and my heart leapt infinite beats within his proximity." Wreck me, tame me. The way you want it." I whispered my plea. His foggy grey eyes glinted with desire and lust. "I...

"How about this then." Chase shifted on the bed. Even without looking, Connie knew he was leaning over earnestly, his brilliant, lying black eyes full of sincerity. "I've missed you desperately. I'm...

Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers? Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.

So... just kissing ... ? If he was disappointed, he didn't show it. Kudos to him. "Some feeling up is allowed, but nothing below the waist. And absolutely no sex." Just saying it out loud was getting...

If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.

{... } I pulled off his shirt, wanting to kiss his skin. He stepped back and straightened up. - In the war room, love? What if someone comes in? I stood up and took off his shirt. - Then you'll have a...

"Simon," she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her...

His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city,...

There's a part of me which has always wanted to hear a man say, "Let me take care of you forever," and I have never heard it spoken before. Over the last few years, I'd given up looking for that...

she was looking at him as if he'd just dropped fully formed from the sky.

She tugged warningly on his shirt. "I am serious! Are you going to marry me, Sean? Finally?"He smiled, and the light of his smile filled his eyes. "Damn it, Elle! Will you not let me take the lead?...

And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled.From an empty sky.

There's always be a me and you.

The distance between us feels too close, too far, too close.

We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. "This guy's lady love is kind of a slob, don't you think?" he...

I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.'" I blink at him. "Neruda. I starred the passage. God," he moans. "Why didn't you...

Closed. Plenty of time to see it later, remember? He leads me into the courtyard, and I take the opportunity to admire his backside. Callipygian. There something better than Notre-Dame.

If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself."She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. "Miiiiiiiiine!" he says."Cut it...

She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep...

Because love is like a tree, it grows on its own, drops its roots deep into our whole being, and often continues to green even when the heart is devastated.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come in tears:Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,In their nativity all truth appears.How can these things in me seem...

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?E'en in Australia art thou still more hotRough winds do shake the darling buds of May{Since that's your winter it don't mean a lot}Sometimes too bright the eye...

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!