romance

"That’s the really annoying thing about love. I probably would be happier if I didn’t know it, but once you do know it, once you feel those things for someone, you can’t make yourself really wish it away. It’s like wishing away . . . your soul.- Jenny"

"You’re stuck with me.”She sniffled. “Promise?”He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart."

"Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?"

"She bats her eyelashes like I’m throwing baseballs at them. I must be as romantic as Pete Rose’s last name."

"A turtle is like a lizard in a bicycle helmet, and I think that’s romantic. That reminds me, I should write a love song called, “Dinner for two—plus one."

"I certainly do care for you Jeff Campbell less than you are always thinking and much more than you are ever knowing"

"We all romanticize the people we adore."

"With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me."

"This desire to govern a woman -- it lies very deep, and men and women must fight it together.... But I do love you surely in a better way then he does."He thought. "Yes -- really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms."

"And only now, when he was gray-haired, had he fallen in love properly, thoroughly, for the first time in his life."

"What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?"

"Only love of a good woman will make a man question every choice, every action. Only love makes a warrior hesitate for fear that his lady will find him cruel. Only love makes a man both the best he will ever be, and the weakest. Sometimes all in the same moment. -Wicked"

"If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die."

"Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will."

"I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't."

"You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you."

"I was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am."His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you.""I don't think you can promise me that."She squeezed his bruised fingers. "But it makes things a bit more equal, to know that I can hurt you, too."His gaze fell to her lips. He said simply, without any trace of irony, "You are killing me."

"Were you always such a stubborn, blind, obtuse girl?”“Are you calling me stupid?”“Yes, but in a more poetic way!”“Well, here’s a poem for you. Get lost!"

"I would argue that unless the two people are in love, all sex is bad sex, because why eat cotton candy when you can have edible clouds? Sure, it seems sweet at the time, but that’s just a carnival and carnal rush and wears off quickly. But love adds an extra dimension that takes an earthy thing like sex and makes it absolutely heavenly."

"But no one can predict of a certainty what will happen. And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life. I will live it on my terms. And you... you can have all of me or nothing. I won't be an invalid any longer. Not even if it means losing you."