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