"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 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?
I'm no Jane, but I'd Eyre on the side of saying I think you're beautiful.
Did I just step into an E. M. Forster novel? Because any room with you in it is A Room with a View.
You’re like a dictionary—you add meaning to my life.
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.
I can tell that you're a fan of Confucius, 'cause everything about you is rite.
"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
Is your name Scarlett? Because when I saw you my heart was gone with the wind.
Is your name Ariel? Because I think we mermaid for each other.
Hey cutie, I Sense you have a lot of Sensibility. Was that too Austen-tatious of me to point out?
Why settle for metaphors? How about I turn that simile into a smile?
Are you an overdue book? Because you have fine written all over you!
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 would be both a Crime and a Punishment if you don't let me take you out.
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.
Are you a classic? Because my love for you is timeless.
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.
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.
Hey, baby, you’re not Paradise Lost, you’re Paradise Regained.
Call me Ishmael. Or just call me.
Are you Charlotte Brönte? Because you're a breath of fresh Eyre.
I'd spend Tuesdays with Morrie, but baby, I'd spend every day with you.
Are you that one more chapter? You keep me awake most of the time.
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair
We could make such a beautiful library together.
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.
I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but one glance at you and I’m already interested.
Why would you Mary Shelley when you could marry me?
I love analyzing texts, but you haven't sent me any.
Are you a bookmark? Because I keep rereading the pages you are on!
Has anyone ever told you that you look like an ancient Chinese scroll? Because I can't stop looking you up and down.
I believe in The Importance of Being Earnest, so I'm just going to say it: I'm Wilde about you.
If it was 1984, and I was Big Brother, I'd only watch you.
Are you an audiobook? Because I want to listen to you forever.
I want to read you from cover to cover.
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