Flirting Quotes - Page 2

What if I shave?" he said. "I look much better when I'm shaved. My cousin will vouch for that - do I not look almost handsome when I shave, Edward? " He didn't wait for the duke's reply but turned earnestly back to Prudence. "Do you think you could marry me if I shaved?

Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely.

You are pretty, aren’t you?”
Rosika frowned. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t asked for my number, or a date, or my hand in marriage, and my drink was getting low.

I was trying to seduce him just by being physically near him. Like, seduction by osmosis. It works in movies constantly.

A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

I always have many roads to travel, but I take the one which leads to you.

The darkest hour of my day is the one in which I don't get to see you.

I have a question for you. "If your shadow is the second most beautiful thing in the world, which is the first?".

I thought of writing a summary about you, but when I finished it was a book.

With you as an inspiration, a painter will create his best painting, a writer will write his best literature and a poet will create his best poetry.

There is no cosmetic to gain a beauty like yours.

Every time I see you, I have to admit that rest of us are more uglier than I thought.

I am sure that God has given all his time in making you, the remaining human race has been created in haste.

The air is full of flying kisses sent by the people who are watching you.

I think poverty is not the worst thing in the world, blindness is, because blind people cannot see your beauty.

The Earth must have done some noble work; that is why you were born here and not in the ocean among the fishes and not in the sky among the birds.

Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.

Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of half-clothed handshake for bragging rights, none hers.

You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?”
“Yes.” He didn’t dare move.
“Then why are you still wearing clothes?