I love analyzing texts, but you haven't sent me any.
Is your name Ariel? Because I think we mermaid for each other.
I want to read you from cover to cover.
You must be a narrative hook. Because you’re stuck in my mind.
Girl, it would be both a Crime and a Punishment if you don't let me take you out.
I'd spend Tuesdays with Morrie, but baby, I'd spend every day with you.
Call me Ishmael. Or just call me.
Are you Charlotte Brönte? Because you're a breath of fresh Eyre.
Are you a classic? Because my love for you is timeless.
Charles Dickens might have given you Great Expectations, but I can meet them.
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair
Has anyone ever told you that you look like an ancient Chinese scroll? Because I can't stop looking you up and down.
You’re like a dictionary—you add meaning to my life.
I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but one glance at you and I’m already interested.
"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 like books, you like books, why don't we start writing the story of us?
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!
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.
"You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope."
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
I can tell that you're a fan of Confucius, 'cause everything about you is rite.
Are you an overdue book? Because you have fine written all over you!
Why would you Mary Shelley when you could marry me?
We could make such a beautiful library together.
You must be a library book because I can’t stop checking you out.
Baby, you're so hot it's got to be at least Fahrenheit 451 in here.
"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
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?
Hey, baby, you’re not Paradise Lost, you’re Paradise Regained.
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 settle for metaphors? How about I turn that simile into a smile?
I don't mean to brag, but I'm one of the fastest speed-readers in the tri-county area.
If it was 1984, and I was Big Brother, I'd only watch you.
You feel like that old book tucked away in a corner – one look at it still makes my heart skip a beat.
Are you an audiobook? Because I want to listen to you forever.
Did I just step into an E. M. Forster novel? Because any room with you in it is A Room with a View.
Girl, it makes sense and sensibility for us to go out.
Are you that one more chapter? You keep me awake most of the time.
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.
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