Quotes about romantic-quotes

The way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes.

He didn't pick her you don't choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.

I tried not to stare at his body because I already knew it was good. Instead I focused on his eyes.

You don’t need a crown to be a Princess. You don’t even need a Prince. You just have to believe that you deserve to be treated like one. You have to believe in yourself and exude confidence without conceitedness, and once you do, your Prince will find you.

Your middle name might be discreet, but mine is resourceful, Darling.

Stop to kiss, the kissing gatedemands, and so do we, its fines.

I love him and he loves me and we're as happy as can be.

He'd been saving up his love for years and years, waiting for the right personto spend his fortune on.

To make love last, you've got to treat it like the ultimate poker hand; you've got to go all in.

This life has no meaning to me now. Do not grieve for me, my dear. Up until the moment I lost her, I had a wonderful life. These moments now are the ones that are hard. I’m eager to depart this world and rejoin her in the next. Then, and only then, will I finally be at peace.

Suddenly, he had to ask himself, was love at first sight actually possible

Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There's a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever's waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling

I don’t want to be just another guy—because I am the guy for you.- Jared Hoffman

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

He pinned me in place with a direct look, his dark brown eyes smoldering. “You’re Mary Jane,” he said finally. “And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because...you’re basically amazing.

For ye will know not love, if ye knoweth not your God.

Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.

Without even thinking about it, she reached out for warmth, reached out for acceptance. She was hurt and as much as she tried to build up the wall of protection and never let anyone in again, Wharick had changed her building capabilities. Wharick had changed her heart.

Beneath the moons' shadowscape, wisdom, women, whiskey and you are a dangerous and provocative combination...

I want his eyes to stop looking at me like that, and at the same time, I have always wanted to be looked at just like that. Now, when I look into the brown depths of his eyes… I feel desired. I feel confident.I feel free.I feel like a woman.

Some people come in your life and make you believe that your life is incomplete without them. Then they leave, creating a void in your heart that may fill back with time but will never be complete.

If you can forget the person you love, you have not loved enough.

Without attachment, a naked body is merely a lifeless sex-toy.

It’s like a domino effect. After all the time of neatly putting the pieces together, one wrong move, one moment of distraction, and all of it comes falling down. The same happens to us. While ignoring all those moments that happened, all the situations when we wanted to do something, make a move and let our impulses take over, we put them neatly one behind other and now it comes crashing down around us.

I will love you till my soul loses its consciousness.

I've never had to ask a thing from you, as everything you've ever fed my soul was love.

The way to my heart shattered when you left me, but I was glad because your memories were invulnerable, locked inside my heart.

I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.

When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.

And if we never visit Paris, that's okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.

You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.

Your embrace feels like slipping the key in the front door.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.

When she smiled at me, I felt unborn poems stirring within.

And if the stars should ever die, we'll make our own light, you and I.

I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.

I hear your voice, and all feels rightwith the world again.