All Quotes By Tag: Romance

“En ocasiones, la vida pone en nuestro camino a personas que, por un motivo u otro, no necesitan más que unas pocas horas para ganarse un lugar en nuestro corazón. A veces, basta una mirada cómplice, una caricia en el dorso de la mano o un beso robado para conectar con alguien. Y de repente, y aunque suene a tópico, es como si os conocierais desde siempre.”

“I don’t know who had the training of you,” he continued doggedly, “but your morals are shocking. You spent a night in my bed, remember, after a night in a bawdy house. You go about collecting street urchins and letting inebriated vagabonds kiss you, and then you get into brawls in pawnshops. You are probably past all redemption, but I’m going to reform you anyhow. If you behave yourself, perhaps I’ll let you reform me on occasion, but I make no promises.”

“Once she called to invite me to a concert of Liszt piano concertos. The soloist was a famous South American pianist. I cleared my schedule and went with her to the concert hall at Ueno Park. The performance was brilliant. The soloist’s technique was outstanding, the music both delicate and deep, and the pianist’s heated emotions were there for all to feel. Still, even with my eyes closed, the music didn’t sweep me away. A thin curtain stood between myself and pianist, and no matter how much I might try, I couldn’t get to the other side. When I told Shimamoto this after the concert, she agreed.”But what was wrong with the performance?” she asked. “I thought it was wonderful.””Don’t you remember?” I said. “The record we used to listen to, at the end of the second movement there was this tiny scratch you could hear. Putchi! Putchi! Somehow, without that scratch, I can’t get into the music!”Shimamoto laughed. “I wouldn’t exactly call that art appreciation.””This has nothing to do with art. Let a bald vulture eat that up, for all I care. I don’t care what anybody says; I like that scratch!””Maybe you’re right,” she admitted. “But what’s this about a bald vulture? Regular vultures I know about–they eat corpses. But bald vultures?”In the train on the way home, I explained the difference in great detail.The difference in where they are born, their call, their mating periods. “The bald vulture lives by devouring art. The regular vulture lives by devouring the corpses of unknown people. They’re completely different.””You’re a strange one!” She laughed. And there in the train seat, ever so slightly, she moved her shoulder to touch mine. The one and only time in the past two months our bodies touched.”

“I didn’t want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn’t want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn’t make sense.”

“I beg your pardon for questioning your judgement,” she said. “It is nothing to me, after all, if it proves faulty. I am not the one responsible for the Marquess of Atherton’s heir and sole offspring. I am not the one who will be toppled from my pedestal if the world learns I have not only permitted but encouraged my nephew to associate with the most shocking persons. I am not the one who-“”I wish you were the one who had heard of the rule Silence is Golden,” he said.”

“I hate to tell you, dragon, but that’s an integral part of the whole usiness,” he whispered. “If you’re afraid to touch me then we’re not going to get very far.”She lifted her head to look at him. “I thought I could lie back and let you ravish me,” she said with complete honesty.He shook his head, the smile hovering around his lips, his eyes intent. “This is a cooperative effort, my love. You have to do your part.”

“To her surprise, Lucky tilted his head and looked her in the eye, appearing oddly…crestfallen, she thought. “Don’t be nervous,” he said. “I hate making you nervous.”

“Ah, adventure! Ah, romance! Ah, courtly graces and the noble gestures! Don’t you wish you knew people like that? Don’t you wish we could still walk around in cloaks and boots and breeches, with leather doublets and flowing white dueling shirts and swords strapped around our waists? Of course, if we did, given the way things are today, there’d be people out there lobbying for sword control, and we’d need a National Sword Association and bumper stickers that would read “Swords don’t kill people, knights kill people,” and there would be a five-day waiting period and background check before you could buy a rapier. We’d have drive-by lungings and people would be afraid of children carrying broadswords to school. “Milady” would be regard as a sexist term and feminists would go absolutely berserk if any woman called a man “Milord.” Ralph Nader would probably get quarter horses banned because they are too small and unsafe in a collision and someone would figure out a way to put seat belts and air bags on our saddles. That’s why people join the SCA and read fantasy novels, because the real world sucks.”

“I love you Mark…” Courtney, PoR.I love you too Courtney…” Mark, PoR.”

“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.”

“Sadly, however, the sight of her generous D cups no longer sparked an ounce of interest from Little Sam, the man in charge of social activities.”

“It’s a good thing you’re an aging orphan,” he murmured, gently pushing the hair away from her face. “I don’t have to wait around to get anyone’s permission.””Permission for what, you rat bastard?” she said. “Such language, dragon. I’m afraid you’re going to have to marry me.”

“Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.”

“He released her with obvious reluctance and shoved open his door, then came around to open her door. His chivalry brought an even broader smile. “Bet this doesn’t last long”, she teased. He took her hand. “You keep waiting for me to open it, and I will keep coming around.”

“Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss.”