Best 221 quotes in «romantic comedy quotes» category

The fish is that perfect, amazing guy it can never work out with—you know, a bird and a fish may fall in love—but where would they live? . . . So the fish is your total dream guy, he’s smart, he’s handsome, he gets all your jokes, he loves to talk, he gives you a nine-hour orgasm and then makes you homemade chocolate chip pancakes and serves you breakfast in bed—but he lives all the way across the country and neither of you can move, or he’s married, or next in line for the throne, or he has a terminal disease or something . . . the fish.

The man who’d saved her wasn’t just a pair of sexy lips and a rugged jaw with big, yummy eyes. He was the whole package. Seriously? What Earth woman would prefer downloading offspring when she could ravage this instead?

The mystery of keeping some secrets by not sharing everything about each other until they met face-to-face, made their relationship deliciously stimulating and intense. Their online chemistry was undeniable; the desire exhilarating. Ella kept daydreaming about their first touch, the raging urge it would stir, and a slow burn that could not be extinguished.

The only thing better than a cowboy in Wranglers is a cowboy out of Wranglers.

There are no guarantees with love,’ her father said, reading her mind. ‘You can’t hold some of it back, like a deposit, so you can get your money back if something goes wrong. You have to give yourself wholeheartedly, whatever the cost.

The parasail's winch turned, winding up the line, pulling Ally and Serena lower and closer to him in a steady pull. A funny feeling seized him as he watched her. Logically, he knew she kept getting closer, but he suddenly knew she’d never arrive. She’d be suspended out on the end of that line for eternity, seemingly within reach, yet somehow distant. His breath stopped.

The only options I have are a four fingered shuffle and an aging vibrator whose batteries, the last time I looked, were leaking a sticky liquid. I long to do the same.” Time Was by Paul Adams

They are easy enough to recognize. They are the ones who say things like 'You love me, you just don't know it yet.

There, in the middle of the street, Daria Porters stumbled toward the entrance on bare feet, her clothes mud caked and torn and her hair poofing out from her head in random, tangled spikes. The real Daria Porters. The Daria Porters who was supposed to still be in a stasis chamber for another thirty-six hours. Oh, Goddess.

They did it quite a lot after that first encounter" ... when Jill remembers first meeting the dashing Baron.

There was a group of fans who wanted autographs, and several women who managed to write their phone numbers on Wade's hand before he pulled free. Sam sent him an arched brow, but he just shrugged. He got numbers written on him a lot; he'd never figured out how to stop that from happening.

There were no colonies on Earth. It was all a scam the Martians were using to con the rest of the universe. There had been no first contact. Her knees quivered, and all her muscles tensed. She was first contact.

This was my love, her love --torn, damaged, broken, ripped apart and put back together. This was our tattered love.

This sizzling menage romance series is the hottest book you'll have read in a really long time!

Trust me... It's not called Wicked Pleasure for nothing. You won't be able to put it down once you start!!!

Trina stared into her open kitchen cabinets. She was two and a half days into her pre-date-night ritual fast, and she was about to crack. Technically, she wasn’t going out on a date Saturday night, but Juliet was determined to have a man in her bed by the end of the evening. To be honest, Trina wasn’t really looking forward to tomorrow night’s manhunt. Sure, she was desperate for some hot monkey sex, but the thought of a one-night-stand was quickly losing its appeal. She wanted more than just plain, old sex. She wanted romance -- preferably with someone for whom she didn’t have to fast for three days to attract.

Trust me. You’re a constant riddle with an ever-changing solution." ~ FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro

Uh-uh. We are not even going to start with the whole I come in peace thing, E.T.

Well, that explains the dreamy accent. And why transvestites would make him feel homesick. —SINGLE-MINDED

Um. Soft . . . grainy rice and, um, sweet, sweet fish. A fishy explosion! The whole thing is . . . delectable. A cuddle on a plate, if you will.

Wanita cerdas bisa menghadapi cecunguk mana pun dengan anggun.

We all say and do things we regret, but it’s never to late to change, apologize and become a better person

We could sit around and talk if you'd like." "Okay." She crossed her arms and tried to look casual. "So what's up?" "Considering what you're wearing beneath that sheet, and what we just heard in the hallway, you might want to rephrase that particular statement.

Vivi stood and crumpled the report. “Who’s the CEO at Slakerian?” “Jakes Echabarne,” her assistant said, not glancing at any notes. “Arrange a meeting.” No one messed around with Hunting4TrueLove, whether she held the reins or not.

Welcome," the man said in utter contradiction to his urban street clothes. He eyed the vibrator in Cooper's hand but whatever his thoughts were on a guy wielding a vibrator, he kept to himself. "I'll get some candles.

Well, bloody noses." I hug his coat tighter. "Those are definitely hot.

What exactly does the I in FBI stand for?” ~Maggie Mae Castro

What are you thinking?” I ask. “That I wish this was my home, too.” I have nothing to say to this, so I kiss him instead.

What's so fun about watching a sitcom with someone who pauses every time he wants to pee and rewinds when he takes a call? I say, you pause when YOU want to pee.

What mental hospital have you escaped from?” She wanted to laugh, but he looked so serious. “Prove you’re an alien. Rip off your disguise. Show me your antennae. Where’s your union card?

When I make love to you, Lanie, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping your body...

Where's Mason?” “Planting explosives.” Zinio did a double take. “You actually handed that man explosives?” “Damn it, Zinio. Let other people have some fun.” The explosion in the distance was followed by Mason yelling, “Yahoo!” Zinio and Delaney stared speechless as Mason flew by in the adjoining tunnel, riding the concussion wave of the blast. Finally, Zinio stomped after him. He peeled him off the floor in the adjoining tunnel. “You having fun yet?” “Hell yeah!” “Wanna go again?” “Hell yeah I wanta go again!” A short while later, Zinio watched Mason fly by on a concussion wave from the latest explosion, as Mason shouted, “Hot Diggity!” Zinio made his way over to the somewhat more charcoaled Mason. “You had enough yet?” Mason nodded shakily. “Good—because it'd be nice if we actually put a hole in the fricking wall! That is the object of this little exercise.

When taking a suitor to task for not demonstrating sufficient impatience to declare himself so as to scale the wall outside your bedchamber and enter your room through the window, which, you will recall, you did last night,” he said with conversational ease as if arriving to take tea in her sitting room, “it’s commonly accepted courtesy to have a window through which he may enter. In the absence of just such an aperture, I was forced to sneak into the house through the front door.

Where do you prefer to sit, Sir?" (Lady Alexandra to William, the Duke, during her mail-order bride interview.)

When you keep a secret from your parents, you're not trying to protect yourself. It's because you're trying to protect them.

Whoever took that theory about magnets and started applying it to people, needs to have his posterior kicked!

While he gave Ella enormous credit for summing the situation so succinctly, part of him was still waiting for her to crumple on the floor in a heap. “Yes it does. But please, don’t be frightened–” “Oh pack it in,” she snapped, re-lacing the top of her bodice. “You’re not marrying a wilting sunflower you know.

Who decided it's a phobia in the first place? What if I just don't want to get married ever. Just like I don't want to live in Jharkhand ever. Somehow I can say that as loud as I want and as many times as I want, yet nobody will ask me to see the shrink about my Jharkhand phobia. Why?

[while dancing] The man who was supposed to be her new partner had taken the caller’s final instruction to extremes. From the way Adam’s mouth was locked against Kitty’s he seemed to be anticipating not a temporary split but a lengthy separation. More of a French Fancy than a farmer’s fancy, thought Coralie.

Whoa. If every time Rafael dialed up the knight in shining armor act I lost a little bit of my IQ – then I think I just lost my doctorate.

Why did fate decide to over-season her soul’s stockpot with a dash of tear-spilling salt, then give her life a stir to watch the pyramid of pain crumble?

You have a very attractive revenge streak in you. I like it. A lot.” ~Maggie Mae Castro to FBI Special Agent Clive Poole

Why have one alpha billionaire when you can have two?

You have got to do the shiatsu. I had one back home a month ago. Fantastic.” Marisa Finley frowned under her carrot-ginger-turmeric facial mask. “What’s a shiatsu?” It sounded like an unusual breed of dog. "I’m taking my shiatsu to the groomers this week to have it shampooed and blow-dried. And possibly beribboned.

Why Have One Heart-Stopping Alpha Billionaire When You Can Have 2?

Will you go on a second date with me?” “We’re still in the middle of our first date, Zach. You can’t just ask me that out of the blue.” “I already did, and I refuse to take it back.” “What if I don’t like you by the end of this date?” I volley back. “You honestly think that’s possible?” His dimples poke through his smile, and I know right then I’m going to say yes. “Say yes, Delia. Be wild. Do something crazy and fun.

You can't be unlovable, Han, because I f**king love you.

You don't have to live in a mansion to be happy. All you need is to create the right space; something that says this is who you are, and you can always change who you are, just as you change your environment.

You know what?” he whispered, out of breath, “You’re about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.

You know that feeling when you’re suddenly startled out of a deep sleep, and you’re in that hazy middle world where you’re not sure what’s real—like maybe you actually could be chasing after an ice cream truck wearing only fishing waders and a canary yellow bridesmaid’s dress, or you’re just one answer away from winning a year’s supply of adult diapers on a Japanese game show? —SINGLE-MINDED