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