Best 221 quotes in «romantic comedy quotes» category

After taking some time deliberating about his attacker and the bizarre series of events that took place on what otherwise was supposed to be an uneventful morning, his lips curve into a sexy smile, adorning his chiseled jaw. Her actions were foolish. Nonsensical. Laughable. And … He loved it. All of it.

Accio Keds." I waited for a split second to see if it might work. Nope. Still a Muggle. Damn it. 99% Faking It

A few moments ago, he'd had her up against a wall, skirt shoved up to her belly button, hands in her panties, his fingers driving her straight to oblivion, and now... now he was this intense, cool, calm, and collected man. With a gun. "Breanne. Are you ok?" She stared at him. He had his shirt loose and draped over the bulge of his gun. He looked rough-and-tumble. Baddass. Damn it, she had a serious weakness for badass.

Agent Julianne was always looking for ways to spin things. She would have been better off owning a laundromat.

A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear!

Ah, like how Sharon Parker’s bra kind of found its way into your locker?” He leaned in, resting his elbows on the table. “Are you going to constantly bring these things up the entire time we’re dating?” “Sorry. Just using my prior knowledge to try and gauge what kind of fake boyfriend you’re going to make.” “Well, if your bitterness is any indication of the kind of fake girlfriend you’re going to be, I won’t hold my breath for you to fake put out.

And finally, I get to meet the Breakup Coach" Ryan says before we can be introduced. "I'm a big fan of your work" he says with mock admiration as I turn around. I decide I like his voice. It's not a deep Charlton Heston-like voice, but it has just the right amount of husky in it.

And you’re overthinking things, Charming.  Do the math.  Naked, interested man, check.  Wet, willing woman, double check.  Now insert part A into slot B and we can move on to the engineering portion of our quiz today.

Arrr, shiver me timbers,” he said in an exaggerated pirate twang. He winked his uncovered eye and hooked his thumbs in his pants. “This is the nicest your mom’s been to a poor old bloke like me-self in days.” Sandra poked a finger in his chest, but grinned. “Don’t make me regret it, or you’ll walk the plank.” He grinned back and, with that eye patch, turned knee-meltingly rakish in under ten seconds flat. “Aye, I won’t be asking you to make me Roger jolly, if that’s what has you worrying.

Arms still crossed, Lindsay's clogs tapped on the sidewalk. “So Sam didn’t tell you I was a desperate orphan child with no life outside of work? This isn’t some kind of intervention, some kind of lame attempt to cheer me up?” He grinned.“Why would she do that?” “Because that’s how it sounded.” Nudging her shoulder, he grinning down at her. “You don’t look desperate, Dr. Lindsay, not by a long shot." “That’s because you don’t know me.” Lindsay bit her lower lip, arms still crossed, clogs still tap-tap-tapping. Her chest heaved. “My parent’s died in a car accident almost two years ago. It’s a difficult thing to get over. I’m still not exactly right. I guess she worries about me.” Ty sucked in his breath, thinking fast. “I’m really sorry about your parents, Linds.” As he put an arm around her shoulder, she broke into a self-conscious smile and shook her head. “Spend any time with me at all and you’ll find that Sam’s right. I’m a desperate orphan child, completely paranoid and irrepressibly horny.” “Whoa!” She looked so cute, but vulnerable, too. He closed the arm around her shoulder, squeezing her sideways to his chest. Embarrassed, she smiled as she elbowed his rib. Then she dropped her arms and stayed put, tucked close against him. It felt right, having her there.

«Ascolta, non serve che mi scaldi, però sì, ti sei comportato da idiota.» «Hai ragione per quanto riguarda l’idiota, ma per quanto riguarda lo scaldarti… nella tua lingua significa la stessa cosa che nelle mia?» Ne dubitavo. Avrei dovuto preparare la mia entrata in scena con un po’ più d’attenzione.

Baby, I can give you a better orgasm than this thing and it wouldn’t cost you a dime.

B-but I saw my pantyhose on your lampshade.” Damon’s face colored, and he had the decency to look slightly guilty. “Right. There might have been a very short attempt at a strip tease on your part.” She raised her hands to her face and groaned into them. “It was kind of cute. Honestly.” Cute but only kind of. She groaned louder.

Beaumont wanted Esmond very badly. Esmond wanted Beaumont’s wife. And she didn’t want anybody.

Bila dari dulu aku tahu sebuah tabrakan bisa mempertemukanku dengan wanita cantik sepertimu, aku tak akan mengemudi terlalu hati-hati.

Billionaires’ Indulgence Is A Heart-Stopping, Mind-Blowing And Jaw-Dropping Ménage Romance Series.

Bryce looked like a California underwear model. Not that I’d thought about him in his underwear. Much. He was talking with his friend Nathan. Where Bryce had the whole tan, blond, hazel-eyed thing going on, Nathan was fair with dark hair and dark eyes. They looked like opposite sides of the same coin. A really hot, totally unreachable coin that a collector would keep in a special locked case, which normal girls like myself were not allowed to touch.

But contrary to what others may think, Prince Charming learned that sometimes what may seem like a catastrophe of chaotic proportions might just lead to finding your happily ever after.

Coralie Casey was the kind of woman calories were made for; that dewy peaches-and-cream complexion, glossy cherry lips, the succulence of her body beneath that orange, silky dress. A cornucopia of curves, you could say, except it was probably better not to think about horns of plenty.

Did you want to change into something more comfortable?” Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts. I smack his knee. “I'm comfortable, but I know you're not.” He doesn't mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies. “You're right,” he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can't look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad? Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I've been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn't want him to see me practically drooling. It's too late for that now. He smirks. “You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this.” He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest. I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, “If I'm wearing clothes, you're wearing clothes.” “So if I'm not wearing clothes...” I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. “Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.

Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he says, his intensely blue eyes full of mischief. “I like surprises

Do you have one where you’re riding a horse or a camel? Or sitting on a rocket ship? Those are always wildly popular with men looking for sex. —SINGLE-MINDED

Drop the biggest mind bomb of all time,” she paused for suspense. “Ask him, ‘What are you thinking?

Everything melts away. All that I know is this kiss; all that I feel is his lips pressing into mine. I become dizzy from want, need, and the lack of oxygen. Our lips, our bodies, our souls, have always fit perfectly together—like two pieces of a puzzle. Alexia Grant More Layers

Excuse me, your attention please.” He waited until the whole floor had stopped what it was doing and turned to face him. For a split second his impulse control kicked in, but by then his mouth was fully engaged. “For the record, Claire Marsden and I are not having sex.

Fiona ritorna a Cape Love dopo undici anni, scrittrice di successo e con una bambina di dieci anni a carico... Quell’uomo era un coach, no?, quindi era normale che avesse un fisico coi fiocchi. Con un sospiro Fiona continuò la perlustrazione. Lo sconosciuto aveva anche de bei capelli castano chiari che si arricciavano appena sul collo, abbronzato e forte. Per un attimo, come in un déjas vu, ebbe la sensazione di aver accarezzato quei capelli, mentre quelle braccia forti la stringevano e quei fianchi stretti si muovevano contro di lei. Dentro di lei. Naaa. Solo un uomo, a CapeLove, l’aveva avuta, e quell’uomo – il fottutissimo bastardo di cui sopra - ora si trovava a Manhattan. Vide l’allenatore chinarsi verso Rachel ed ascoltarla con attenzione. Poi, con un senso di ansia crescente, lo seguì mentre si girava con lentezza impossibile e seguiva il punto che Rachel gli indicava con la mano. Quel punto era lei. Di colpo si sentì proiettata in avanti, senza cintura di sicurezza, come se il mondo all’improvviso si fosse fermato. Perché quello sconosciuto stava fissandola con due occhi blu che appartenevano ad un altro uomo? E perché aveva sul volto quell’ espressione sorpresa, immobile, come se il respiro non gli andasse né su né giù, esattamente come stava succedendo a lei?

For a long time we sit there not saying anything, enjoying the quiet of the bay and the occasional steamy knee bump.

For a split second, I wondered if he were some type of sexy sorcerer, who was able to remove my clothing by the force of his will alone. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on the buttons of his shirt, willing them to pop off. It didn’t work. Then again, it was pretty hard to focus while he was touching me, so maybe under different circumstances, I too could be a sexy sorcerer. Watch out world.

For a woman to be taken as seriously as a man she must be three times as effective. Happily, this is not difficult.--Simone de Beauvoir

For her friends, Ella is a hero! She will do anything in her power to not leave a woman behind. A feminist who stands up bravely for women against the pile of narcissistic sperm affiliates who spend their whole lives scouting out for hilari uteri.

Friendship matters first.

From the first touch of their hands to the first brush of their lips, Christopher and Ella’s love has transformed more and more each day.

Ganteng bukan segalanya. Kau belum tahu saja, sewaktu-waktu dia bisa berubah menjadi monster yang mengerikan.

Gentlemen do not carry a cane or a hat? No gloves?” “Gentleman may still wear them, but I’m afraid the problem is that there aren’t many left.

He couldn’t just come right out with it, could he? No, that would scare her off. He had to be subtle, build up to it. Explain himself. “I love you.” Of course, straight to the point was also an effective strategy.

He gently takes the lead, and I trail behind him up the narrow spiral stairway at the back of the kitchen. His hand is warm, and holding it feels like the easiest thing in the world. Too easy. I’m going to get myself in trouble.

He held up his hand, and in it was... Oh, God. The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.

He pulled forth and waggled a leash. A leash. To go around her neck.

Here, you drive," Erik said. "What? Why?" "In case we do have to start shooting; I have a badge and you don't," he explained. "Fine. But for the record, I'm a better shot than you are." "For your information, I was the youngest kid awarded the rifle shooting merit badge in my troop," Erik said, holding the wheel as she climbed across him. "Is that supposed to impress me?" "Just enough to get you back into my bed." She took over the gas pedal and Erik slid out from underneath her. "It takes more than fancy shooting," she said loftily, making a sharp turn. Erik was thrown against the door. "Would you warn me before you do that?" "It's a car chase!

Her insides began to roar with a ferocious explosion of sensation and entitlement. For a moment, her thinking mind know this was what male and females were put on earth to do.

He’s been a bit grumpy since Potato Day.’ She heard Gethin choke back a laugh. ‘He set up an all-day workshop on all things potato after reading up about successful winter events at other nurseries,’ she went on, unable to hide her own amusement. ‘It was a terrible failure. Hardly anyone turned up apart from our poet, Wilfie, who wrote a Potat-Ode to celebrate the occasion.

I gotta go but... I miss you. That's all." "I miss you too", I say hugging my body tightly with the sleeves of his shirt. This... Is falling.

I have been cheated. The file had a few pieces of worthless information about me and some of my performance reviews (which I had to sign– so it wasn’t anything new). The rest were blank pieces of paper, which Oliver obviously put in there to make it look more enticing. It also only briefly mentioned the meeting with Spencer, saying I had shown interest in marketing with a red pen mark at the bottom which said: Accused Marketing Director of being a narcissistic bastard. Follow up? They hadn’t even indicated whose side they were on, which is slightly disappointing.

I know it must seem completely idiotic to you," Maddie said, hoping to coax at least a grunt from her, "hiring a date to your only sister's wedding and all." Louise slowly nodded. "I mean, who does such things nowadays, right? Women don't need men for anything. Well, they do need them for one thing. But that's all—and, really, debatable depending on your sexual orientation.

I look exactly like a toilet-roll-holder doll. A toilet-roll-holder doll with orange hair and a very round face.

I'm a guy. Unless the dirt attacks first, I leave it in peace.

I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.

I’m going to ear you like a starved man and I want you to keep your eyes on me the whole time. Are we clear?” – The Seduction Factor Casual Encounter 1

I’m probably getting too familiar with him, but there’s something about him that makes me feel like I would tell him anything. He asks these incredibly direct questions, things that some of my closest friends have never even thought to ask, and I’m inexplicably compelled to share all these deeply personal thoughts. He’s like human Xanax or something.

In all my twenty-seven years of life, I have never before noticed the astonishing similarities between my own head and a tenpin bowling ball. ... Ah, the colours. I should probably mention that the Luxurious Caramel, Sticky Treacle and Ash Blonde I asked for have somehow turned out to be Felt Tip Orange, Poo Brown and Ash . . . as in cigarette.