Quotes About Romance

What kind of fool had he been, to throw away romance untried?

En blomst ved min elskedes seng har jeg sat, // en rose, der rødmende stod der i nat. // Først faldt der er et blad og så to os og fler, // nu tror den vist ikke på knopskydning mer.

The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings.

The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings.

If you only get hypoglycemia around one person, the chances are actually much greater that you might be falling in love than that you have suddenly contracted a nasty sugar condition.

How lovely they were, those long summer nights: the words and the silences, the sunsets and the stars.

I have to be asked, I guess, but I love the idea of marriage. I think it's beautiful. I'm such a romantic, and I always have been.

I saw Ellen and my knees were weak. It was amazing. And it was very hard for me to get her out of my mind after that. Then when I saw her that night, we started talking, and that's that.

An old man in love is like a flower in winter.

Hey, take it easy, lover boy. Sex and mathematics don't mix. Or hadn't you heard?

The love I knew was from books..

She's always in my hair

Believe me: no color is so romantic as tone.

Love consists of feelings mixed with groans of sighs.

To the soul of Prof. Clayton Christensen : The world in which deception lives like romance cannot grow with innovation.

True love stories are never forgotten.

Trapassa anche le sponde del fato un grande amore.

A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance.

No woman marries an old man for God's sake.

The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.

Sex] is only a mirage, floating in shimmering mockery before the bulging eyes of middle-aged men as they stumble with little whimpers toward the double bed, that somewhere there is a person that will evoke from them sensations of which they dimly dream they are capable.

Clarence is completely taken aback. They meet in a long, passionate lovers' kiss. Their kiss breaks and slowly the world comes back to normal.

I'll be the cloud and you the moon. I'll cover you with both hands, And our roof will be the sky.

for love is a vagabond, who can make his flowers bloom in the wayside dust, better than in the crystal jars kept in the drawing-room.