I'd spend Tuesdays with Morrie, but baby, I'd spend every day with you.
Are you an overdue book? Because you have fine written all over you!
Call me Ishmael. Or just call me.
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair
Are you a bookmark? Because I keep rereading the pages you are on!
I'm no Jane, but I'd Eyre on the side of saying I think you're beautiful.
Hey cutie, I Sense you have a lot of Sensibility. Was that too Austen-tatious of me to point out?
You’re like a dictionary—you add meaning to my life.
Is your name Ariel? Because I think we mermaid for each other.
I love analyzing texts, but you haven't sent me any.
Are you Charlotte Brönte? Because you're a breath of fresh Eyre.
I can tell that you're a fan of Confucius, 'cause everything about you is rite.
"You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope."
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
If it was 1984, and I was Big Brother, I'd only watch you.
Has anyone ever told you that you look like an ancient Chinese scroll? Because I can't stop looking you up and down.
"Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches."
— William Goldman, The Princess Bride
I don't mean to brag, but I'm one of the fastest speed-readers in the tri-county area.
Girl, it makes sense and sensibility for us to go out.
We could make such a beautiful library together.
Excuse me, could you point me toward the Self-Help section? I need some advice on how to approach a gorgeous guy in a bookstore without seeming creepy.
I like books, you like books, why don't we start writing the story of us?
Did I just step into an E. M. Forster novel? Because any room with you in it is A Room with a View.
Hey, baby, you’re not Paradise Lost, you’re Paradise Regained.
Are you that one more chapter? You keep me awake most of the time.
Are you an audiobook? Because I want to listen to you forever.
I was reading the book of numbers yesterday, and I realized I don’t have yours.
Is your name Scarlett? Because when I saw you my heart was gone with the wind.
I could say that I wandered lonely as a cloud before I met you, but what are these Wordsworth if you won't go out with me?
Are you a classic? Because my love for you is timeless.
"Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it."
― Toni Morrison, Jazz
Why would you Mary Shelley when you could marry me?
I want to read you from cover to cover.
You must be a narrative hook. Because you’re stuck in my mind.
I believe in The Importance of Being Earnest, so I'm just going to say it: I'm Wilde about you.
Girl, it would be both a Crime and a Punishment if you don't let me take you out.
Why settle for metaphors? How about I turn that simile into a smile?
You must be a library book because I can’t stop checking you out.
I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but one glance at you and I’m already interested.
Baby, you're so hot it's got to be at least Fahrenheit 451 in here.
Charles Dickens might have given you Great Expectations, but I can meet them.
You feel like that old book tucked away in a corner – one look at it still makes my heart skip a beat.