Best 1397 quotes in «romantic quotes» category

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.

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My belly is a mess with criss-crossing football scars but I don't care. I'm not sure being beautiful ever helped me and I'm looking forward to being the opposite. I see open terrain in the land of the fearlessly scarred.

My every text gets wet before it reaches you.

My feet were keeping in time with the music, but my heart was pounding out a different rhythm altogether.

My head rested against your chest like a love song is the rhythm of your heart... That seems to be a serenade only for me assuring me that we will never be apart.

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.

My heart pounded in high admiration,then,on beholding her prime,fairy face.Her golden face, glowed with a halo on its delight,smiled she in a small brook’s voice.

My heart was happier than a fly sucking on shit.

my love is a winter’s mist gently dissolving through the window at the nape of your neck.

My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death

My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.” The idea being if you thought and dreamed about the way you wanted your life to be -- if you just envisioned it long enough, it would come into being. But as hard as I had manifested Astrid Heyman with her hand in mine, her blue eyes gazing into mine, her lips whispering something wild and funny and outrageous in my ear, she had remained totally unaware of my existence. Truly, to even dream of dreaming about Astrid, for a guy like me, in my relatively low position on the social ladder of Cheyenne Mountain High, was idiotic. And with her a senior and me a junior? Forget it. Astrid was just lit up with beauty: shining blonde ringlets, June sky blue eyes, slightly furrowed brow, always biting back a smile, champion diver on the swim team. Olympic level. Hell, Astrid was Olympic level in every possible way.

My only regret,” he gently tugged me back toward him, “would be leaving this world before naming you as my wife. If I die tomorrow, at least I’ll have that to my credit.” Wrapping his arms around my waist, he vowed, “You don’t have to be queen…but you will not fall into obscurity on a foreign world. You will bear the Omuran name, and I have to believe that will protect you.” He brought his forehead to rest against mine, adding sorrowfully, “I have to believe that our family line wasn’t meant to end with this.

My second crush, don’t know, who you are, by thinking of you, my day pass. The things, the things, the things changed, forgot the first, second begins. The second crush, my second crush, don’t know who you are, but, by thinking of you, my day pass. Who you are, i don’t know, but seeing you shed tears. My feelings drop, water stops, in my eyes. The things, the things, the things changed. I fall in love, are you goddess or what. As i came near you, my heart beat rise. Want to stop my legs, but they attracts. Like your tears attract the sand, when they are falling on land. My heart, my heart, my heart beat rise, you came, you came, you are closer to my eyes. I see tears fallen on the ground, my love rotating around you round and round. Now, you are the first, you are the last, that i told you my sweet heart. When i see you first time, it was my last time, to fall in love, my dear valentine. The second crush, my second crush, don’t know who you are, but, by thinking of you, my day pass. The things, the things, the things changed. Now, crush end, time spend, love start, now, you are my life part.:-)

My spirit is free. My heart is taken.

My type has a romantic soul. He'll make my heart and my brain fight over who gets him first. He does what's right, even when it's not easy - actually, especially when it's not easy. He knows the value of discipline, education, honor, and restraint. And his strength of character is the only thing that out weighs the strength of his love for me.

My theory is that Dad wanted to give Mom the only anniversary gift he hadn’t given her yet.” “You would take the romantic approach.” Zander had remained standing, one shoulder casually braced against the fireplace. “I think their anniversary reminded Garner that they’re getting older, and if they were ever going to be missionaries, it needed to be now.” Nora arched an eyebrow. “You would take the death-is-imminent approach.

Neither time nor distance should matter. Anything is doable...For love...

Neil Mars?! I could blame him for having killer looks but he could not be faulted for this. He couldn’t have chosen that name for himself. No wonder he tortures his Mom by calling her by her name.

Nə üçün insanın xoşbəxtliyini təşkil edən bir şey, həm də onun iztirablarının mənbəyi olmalıdır?

Never fight for a girl; while pounding each other, someone is already making plans to whisk her away.

Never underestimate the capacity for romance, no matter what the circumstances.

No, he was not as handsome as poor Wrotham, whose dark, stormy beauty troubled her dreams a little. Wrotham was a romantic figure, particularly when his black locks were disheveled through his clutching them in despair.

Never try to separate soul-mates; destiny might electrocute you.

No, I can't die because there are too many jackasses falling over themselves to take my place! I may live forever just to spite them!

never try to understand a girl: either you go crazy or fall in love with her.

Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So what’s up?” He had one hand behind his back.

Nicolas walked toward him. Ignoring the presence of the others nearby, he took Julien's chin in his hand and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Julien seemed chagrined at first, and then accepted the gesture. It was sweet, and had the air of a couple that had been together for a great long time. Maric glanced away, embarrased by the intimacy, not to mention the fact that he hadn't quite realized the nature of the two warriors' relationship ealier. Not just comrades, then, and far more than close friend. The older Grey Wardens seemed unsurprised.

No body is a looser either he is a Winner or a Learner

Noemy says, “I guess it’s just the idea of love I miss. And, well, it was a good kiss.” Her smile turns rueful. “At least I got some practice.” A wonderful idea occurs to Abel. “Do you need more practice?” “Huh?” “We could practice, if you wanted."He smiles as he starts to explain."Remember what I told you on Genesis? I’m programmed with a wide array of techniques for providing physical pleasure, via every activity from kissing to the more arcane positions for sexual intercourse. Although I’ve never performed any of them before, I’m confident I could do so very skillfully.” She stares at him, eyes wide. Since she is swift to voice objections if she has them, Abel takes her silence as an encouraging sign. So he sits up on the bed to explain the further compelling reasons now coming to mind. “Humans need a certain amount of physical release and comfort in order to be psychologicallly healthy. You’ve been away from your family and friends for some time, and have endured considerable trauma, suggesting you are in even greater need than usual. I have all the information and technique necessary to be an excellent partner, my body is designed to be appealing, and of course I can neither carry disease nor impregnate you. We have total privacy and many hours of spare time. Conditions for intercourse would seem to be ideal.

No matter what goals you set to accomplish always remember there is a thing known as Life which you should never forget to live and enjoy

No matter how much struggle you face in your journey towards success, someday you will look back and realize your struggles changed your life for the better.

None who have loved can claim to have experienced no miracles.

Non posso più ascoltare in silenzio. Devo parlarle usando i mezzi a disposizione che ho in questo momento. Lei strazia la mia anima. Provo a un tempo agonia e speranza. Non mi dica che è troppo tardi, che quei preziosi sentimenti son per sempre svaniti. Mi offro nuovamente a lei col cuore che è suo ancor più di quando lo ha quasi spezzato otto anni e mezzo fa. Non osi più dire che gli uomini dimenticano prima delle donne, che l'amore di un uomo muore più rapidamente. Ho amato solo lei. Posso essere stato ingiusto, debole, schiavo di risentimenti, ma mai incostante. Lei sola mi ha indotto a venire a Bath. Penso solo a lei, per lei sola faccio progetti per l'avvenire. Non se n'è accorta? È possibile che non abbia compreso i miei desideri? Non avrei atteso neppure questi dieci giorni se solo avessi potuto leggere nei suoi sentimenti, come lei, penso abbia visto in fondo ai miei. Quasi non riesco a scrivere. Ogni istante sento qualcosa che mi soggioga. Lei abbassa la voce, ma io so distinguerne toni che altri non saprebbero cogliere. Creatura troppo buona, troppo eccelsa! Lei ci rende davvero giustizia. Lei crede veramente che gli uomini possano provare vero amore ed essere costanti. Mi creda, in me questi sentimenti sono i più fervidi, i più incrollabili.

Nothing could replace the feeling of total devotion from another person.

No temas, mi amor; primero dejaré de existir antes de amarte.

NO PAIN....no gain

Nothing is forever. Except atoms.

Nothing in my beliefs tells me to let my relationship with the divine interfere with romantic love, the friction of sects never getting in the way of the friction of sex.

Nothing like a bit of flattery to grease the wheels.

...nothing seemed quite as romantic as holding hands while you climaxed.

Nothing with this woman was meant to be rushed. She was like a fine wine that only improved with age and time. Time she hadn’t been given growing up, but I’d waited close to a year. I could wait some more.

Not romantic," she disagreed. "To me it would be romantic if Antony properly fell on his sword and kicked the bucket and Cleopatra escaped and lived a lovely life sailing along the Nile without him and his big ideas ruining her kingdom.

Nothing touches your skin of sweat (meltdown of oceanic kisses) when the purple light whispers to the moon in silent moonlit clarity

Now I am twenty-eight, and am in reality more illiterate than many schoolboys of fifteen. It is true that I have thought more, and that my day dreams are more extended and magnificent; but they want (as the painters call it) keeping; and I greatly need a friend who would have sense enough not to despise me as romantic, and affection enough for me to endeavour to regulate my mind.

Now I am surely becoming an incurable romantic.

Now it was just the two of us, Max and me. And about a thousand other people around us.

Nuestras vidas Colisionaron. Nosotros fuimos una feliz colisión de dos mundos combinándose en uno.

Now the poet has to embrace his destined sadness in life,by entering into this ecstatic world of imagination to unroll the heart secrets with his muse,and to happily fulfill her musky moist dreams of Romance.

Number 23 had plenty of redeeming qualities that made falling for him a justifiable accident. But our connection had nothing to do with our similarities, our differences, our aesthetic attractions, or our emotional and physical needs. When we spoke, he was truly with me. Our egos, our personas, expected social cues, the facades that everyone builds around them that are supposed to sculpt the way the world sees us, were stripped with Number 23 and I. He was immediately my best friend, familiar and safe - an epiphany that I had been spending my life alone in crowded rooms. Our souls were naked. We initially curled into the warmth of that connection. But once we knew how real it was, we felt exposed, vulnerable, and raw. While his defense was his fearful recoil, mine was dictation.