Best Wishes for a Happy Anniversary...to a pair who know how to take romance to heart. Treasure your day. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The trombone is not meant for romance... any instrument that hawks up it's own loogie every ten minutes is not meant for… — David Crowe Copy Share Image
When a girl says she likes you as a friend, what she means is: "Rather than have sex with you, I would… — Roger Ebert Copy Share Image
Not all women write the same. But I don't understand why the model is that you're supposed to write like a man,… — Molly Ringwald Copy Share Image
It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“I think that’s why I love to read. I’ll read almost anything—mystery, suspense, slice of life—but what I really love is romance.… — S.T. Prussing Copy Share Image
“Romantic haste in drama brings tears and sighs when the hero dies but the curtain fall is final when in life we… — C.P. Klapper Copy Share Image
Romance goes like this: Boy gets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl again. The end. It can't be any other way. — Nora Raleigh Baskin Copy Share Image
“Let’s go to town,” Jo said. “Take me to eat dinner at the hotel.” I sucked in a breath and stared at… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Speechless and very nearly panting, she fell back against the wall with a thump, knowing that if she lived to be ninety,… — Sharon K. Garner Copy Share Image
“Excerpt from Winning Streak, Las Vegas Sinners Book 3, coming later this year: Tonight’s ensemble was typical Madden. Dark and faded but… — Katie Kenyhercz Copy Share Image
“What is more natural than that a solidity, a complicity, a bond should be established between Reader and Reader, thanks to the… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“I want to laugh one of those strange, high-pitched, delusional laughs that signals the end of a person's sanity. Because this world,… — Tehereh Mafi Unravel Me Copy Share Image
“You love Robert, not me. You don’t love Lord Stuffy, so I tried to be like Robert.” The sweet idiot! She felt… — Miranda Neville Copy Share Image
“She inched closer to him. "I intrigue you?" "You know you do," he replied boldly, his eyes burning into hers. Wow-things were… — Julie James Copy Share Image
I see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
“I'll always be here waiting for you," he said, touching my chest with his fingertips, drawing a shape of a heart.” — Karice Bolton Copy Share Image
“I waited for my body to respond to her nearness. Hoping that my heart would beat wildly or that wonderful tingling feeling… — Karen Ann Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I had never noticed Lucas before that night. It was as though he didn’t exist, and then suddenly, he was everywhere.” — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
“We’re only five years apart,” I said defiantly. “If you look at some of those dysfunctional vampyre relationships, we’re near normal.” — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“His voice was like soothing melted chocolate. I wanted him to ooze his lovely voice all over my naked body.” — James Lusarde Copy Share Image
I love romance films, especially between people of color, because we don't really explore that enough. I would love to do that. — Dennis Haysbert Copy Share Image
If you loved someone, you couldn’t let lies come between you. No matter what happened—even if you’d already lost each other forever—you… — Claudia Gray Copy Share Image
“In every letter, in every line, she saw him. He hadn't changed - he'd only grown into the man he'd meant to… — Diana Peterfreund Copy Share Image
“Inside marriage, those feelings are pure. God wouldn't order us to be fruitful and multiply if He didn't want us to share… — Cathy Marie Hake Copy Share Image
“He turned to look at her. "We've some talking to do." "Didn't we do that on the plane ride over here?" "I… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“In truth, I doubt I'd notice if a herd of giant Irish elk stomped through the entire chamber when I'm in the… — Leigh Ann Edwards Copy Share Image
“We want who we want, right? No matter what other people say. No matter what reason or reality we’re faced with. No… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“All I know is that when your soul becomes so entwined with another soul that you can't breathe when he's gone, you… — Marilyn Grey Copy Share Image
“There's great power in not fearing solitude. You don't allow yourself to be treated like crap because you're afraid of the alternative.” — S. Usher Evans Copy Share Image
“And if I ever see you or your fake ass Chanel earrings around here again, I will shove my very real, very… — Magan Vernon Copy Share Image
“I chose to stay with him for all the things that he had done right and not to leave him for the… — Krickitt Carpenter Kim Carpenter and Dana Wilkerson Copy Share Image
“His gaze lingered on her mouth and she shuddered. God, he was beautiful. There was something deep in his slate-colored eyes—something stirring,… — Remy Landon Copy Share Image
“He closed his eyes willing his desire to cool before meeting hers once more, “I am Lutalo Gund, your mate.” — Katie Cody Copy Share Image
“At times Valentine wasn't sure whether he kept Matthews about because of his supreme unctuousness or because he had half a suspicion… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
Women become attached to men by the intimacies they grant them; men are cured of their love by the same intimacies. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
“Sammi watched him walk toward her. He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“This was about to go very bad, because Adam was going to cry. “I miss you,” he said, and his voice broke.” — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
