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