Quotes About Romance

I never told my love vocally still.

En un sitio así yo sería capaz hasta de creer en un amor eterno, y eso que he creído siempre imposible que una pasión dure más de un año.

He did not raise his to her, often; a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers.

She abandoned them under a delusion; picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character, and acting on the false impressions she cherished.

One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls:

powiedzia?am mu, ?e jego niebo by?oby md?e i nudne, a on odpar?, ?e moje by?oby pijane.

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden— Ah, the sea! Might I but moor— Tonight— In thee!

Till I loved I never liked enough.

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true

Oh the Earth was made for lovers

it occured to her that kissing and being kissed were two different things. and being kissed by someone you've really wanted to is something else again.

or maybe love is summed up in moments - that day in the park, the time you had chinese food by candlelight, when the boy you liked left a message, finally, on your machine. maybe the telling of those moments is even better than the moments themselves.

jenna had felt sexy-funny, like lucille ball with flour streaks on her face, a crumb-covered apron that didn't exactly flatter her, and yet nick had kissed her like a prom king falling for the reinvented girl in a movie.

she thinks about lying in here with alex, of the tangle of arms and rope, or lips.

he can see alice in wet leaves, first as kids, when they'd jump in them, then as teenagers, when she would lie on the cold ground and he'd cover her with red, orange, and yellow fallen leaves and he would wait for her, wait for her with his heart racing, hoping he hadn't covered her up so much she couldn't jump up, bringing them both to action.

There is no better audience for someone in love than someone in love.

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?

We are in love and meant to be together.

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don't usually like. Just do it, I always think.

I had seen the light, come to believe that a wedding should be about a feeling between two people, not a show for the masses...It was a magical, romantic evening, and although I occasionally wish I had worn a slightly fancier dress, and that Nick and I had danced on our wedding night, I have no real regrets about the way we chose to do things.

If she liked him so darn much, she should have done something about it. Taken some real action.

You were only in love with the idea of love. And now you are in love with the idea of a broken heart…

This was against every rule I'd been reared by. I kissed her back.

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.