Italian Romance Quotes

“Pleasure to meet you too, mister. Wake me up when we get to Singapore.”
― Annie Seaton, Italian Affair

“It’s not a matter of liking or disliking, it’s a matter of manners.”
― Elen Chase, When we were sea and stars

“I can still picture him so clearly--- those dark eyes like melted chocolate; those bee-stung lips; his crooked, almost shy smile; his earnest, good-natured charm. The sweet intensity of his ardor. He was my first kiss, my first everything.”
― Rachel Linden, The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake

“He's standing in the doorway, morning light streaming behind him, illuminating him like the archangel Gabriel painted by an Italian master. I stare for a moment as he steps inside. In the fifteen years since I last saw him, he's grown from a sweet, slightly awkward boy into a gorgeous, self-assured man. Gone is the faint hint of a mustache over his upper lip, the gangly limbs of his youth. He stands a few inches shy of six feet. Not tall, but he's filled out beautifully. His curls are cropped close to his head at the sides but long enough in the front to fall just slightly over his brow, and his olive skin, straight nose with the slightest bump at the bridge, and full, almost sulky mouth give him an effortless Mediterranean appeal. And those dimples and dark eyes. I'd kill for those eyelashes, inky smudges like he's wearing eyeliner. It isn't fair.”
― Rachel Linden, The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake

“He's tanned a beautiful olive golden color, slick with sweat, with broad shoulders and a compact, muscular frame. I look away from the faint V of dark hair that trails down his chest toward his navel, feeling embarrassed by how drawn to him I am.”
― Rachel Linden, The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake