Has anyone ever told you that you look like an ancient Chinese scroll? Because I can't stop looking you up and down.
You must be a library book because I can’t stop checking you out.
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair
Why would you Mary Shelley when you could marry me?
Hey, baby, you’re not Paradise Lost, you’re Paradise Regained.
Why settle for metaphors? How about I turn that simile into a smile?
I like books, you like books, why don't we start writing the story of us?
You feel like that old book tucked away in a corner – one look at it still makes my heart skip a beat.
"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
Are you an overdue book? Because you have fine written all over you!
Are you that one more chapter? You keep me awake most of the time.
Hey cutie, I Sense you have a lot of Sensibility. Was that too Austen-tatious of me to point out?
"You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope."
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Are you a bookmark? Because I keep rereading the pages you are on!
Are you a classic? Because my love for you is timeless.
I love analyzing texts, but you haven't sent me any.
We could make such a beautiful library together.
Girl, it makes sense and sensibility for us to go out.
You must be a narrative hook. Because you’re stuck in my mind.
I was reading the book of numbers yesterday, and I realized I don’t have yours.
Are you Charlotte Brönte? Because you're a breath of fresh Eyre.
Girl, it would be both a Crime and a Punishment if you don't let me take you out.
Is your name Scarlett? Because when I saw you my heart was gone with the wind.
Are you an audiobook? Because I want to listen to you forever.
I can tell that you're a fan of Confucius, 'cause everything about you is rite.
You’re like a dictionary—you add meaning to my life.
"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
Call me Ishmael. Or just call me.
Baby, you're so hot it's got to be at least Fahrenheit 451 in here.
I want to read you from cover to cover.
Charles Dickens might have given you Great Expectations, but I can meet them.
Did I just step into an E. M. Forster novel? Because any room with you in it is A Room with a View.
I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but one glance at you and I’m already interested.
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.
Is your name Ariel? Because I think we mermaid for each other.
If it was 1984, and I was Big Brother, I'd only watch you.
I'd spend Tuesdays with Morrie, but baby, I'd spend every day with you.
I don't mean to brag, but I'm one of the fastest speed-readers in the tri-county area.
I'm no Jane, but I'd Eyre on the side of saying I think you're beautiful.
I believe in The Importance of Being Earnest, so I'm just going to say it: I'm Wilde about you.
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?