Hey, baby, you’re not Paradise Lost, you’re Paradise Regained.
"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
Why would you Mary Shelley when you could marry me?
I want to read you from cover to cover.
Are you a bookmark? Because I keep rereading the pages you are on!
Are you an audiobook? Because I want to listen to you forever.
I like books, you like books, why don't we start writing the story of us?
Call me Ishmael. Or just call me.
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 overdue book? Because you have fine written all over you!
"You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope."
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
I believe in The Importance of Being Earnest, so I'm just going to say it: I'm Wilde about you.
You must be a library book because I can’t stop checking you out.
I'd spend Tuesdays with Morrie, but baby, I'd spend every day with you.
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.
Are you Charlotte Brönte? Because you're a breath of fresh Eyre.
I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but one glance at you and I’m already interested.
Is your name Ariel? Because I think we mermaid for each other.
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.
I don't mean to brag, but I'm one of the fastest speed-readers in the tri-county area.
Are you that one more chapter? You keep me awake most of the time.
I love analyzing texts, but you haven't sent me any.
Is your name Scarlett? Because when I saw you my heart was gone with the wind.
Charles Dickens might have given you Great Expectations, but I can meet them.
Girl, it would be both a Crime and a Punishment if you don't let me take you out.
"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.
Are you a classic? Because my love for you is timeless.
We could make such a beautiful library together.
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?
If it was 1984, and I was Big Brother, I'd only watch you.
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair
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.
I was reading the book of numbers yesterday, and I realized I don’t have yours.
You must be a narrative hook. Because you’re stuck in my mind.
Hey cutie, I Sense you have a lot of Sensibility. Was that too Austen-tatious of me to point out?
I can tell that you're a fan of Confucius, 'cause everything about you is rite.
Why settle for metaphors? How about I turn that simile into a smile?
Baby, you're so hot it's got to be at least Fahrenheit 451 in here.
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