Quotes About Romance

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She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

Sea horses have complicated routines for courtship, and tend to mate under full moons, making musical sounds while doing so.

The Gypsy girl carved love letters into trees, filling the forest with notes for him.

She laughed, I love it when she laughs, although the truth is I am not in love with her.

There were those who suspected that he was not pinned under his wagon but swept out to sea, with the secrets of his life kept forever inside him, like a love note in a bottle, to be found one morning by an unsuspecting couple on a romantic beach stroll.

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect that she was not falling in love at all, bt doing something much more ordinary.

And she was in love.

In men desire begets love, and in women love begets desire.

If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventures, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons, And Buccaneers and buried Gold, And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of to-day:

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

I never loved a man as far as I could pitch my shoe.

Porque agora sabe que ela brilhará para ele entre mil estrelas no céu sem igual da cidade negra.

The whole street took part in the serenade to Flor, Flor leaning against her high window, all ruffles and lace, drenched in moonlight. Down below Vadinho, her gallant knight, with the red rose in his hand, so red it was almost black, the rose of her love.

Enamorarse es amar las coincidencias, y amar, enamorarse de las diferencias. El

There's something sexy in cooking for a man who likes my food. Am I growing up?

In the end, there's always this city. As long as it exists, I don't believe that I, or for that matter, anyone, can be mesmerized or blinded by romantic tragedy.

The latest incarnation of Oedipus, the continued romance of Beauty and the Beast, stand this afternoon on the corner of 42nd Street and Fifth Avenue, waiting for the traffic light to change.

My heart beats faster as you take my hand, my love grows stronger as you touch my soul.

I could walk forever and a mile with one beautiful girl.

The music may have stopped but my heart beats to another tune, this rhythm called love.

Lovers lying two and twoAsk not whom they sleep beside,And the bridegroom all night throughNever turns him to the bride.

All the poems of love are one...

The end of a summer day; Sweet love dead.