Quotes About Romance

There's not a ship in sight; And as the sun goes under Thick clouds conspire to cover The moon that should rise yonder. Thou art alone, fond lover.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused, And dusty crumbling of romance!

It was roses, roses all the way.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

But to see her was to love her,Love but her, and love forever.Had we never lov'd sae kindly,Had we never lov'd sae blindly,Never met—or never parted—We had ne'er been brokenhearted.

O Mary, at thy window be!It is the wish'd, the trysted hour.

O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad:Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad.

O, my Luve is like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June.O, my Luve is like the melodie,That's sweetly played in tune.

The golden hours on angel wingsFlew o'er me and my dearie;For dear to me as light and lifeWas my sweet Highland Mary.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;Ae farewell and then forever!

Green grow the rashes, O;Green grow the rashes, O;The sweetest hours that e'er I spendAre spent among the lasses, O.

Ae fond kiss, and then we severA farewell, and then foreverDeep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves himMe, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

My love is like the red red rose That's newly sprung in June O my love's like the melody That's newly played in tune

Ae Fond Kiss

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, forever!

The eyes are the harbingers of love, and the first step of love is sight.

Anybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography.

Anybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography.

What gives life meaning is a form of rebellion, rebellion against reason, an insistence on believing passionately what we cannot believe rationally. The meaning of life is to be found in passion—romantic passion, religious passion, passion for work and for play, passionate commitments in the face of what reason knows to be meaningless.

we have of seeing love and romance as some kind of sacred, magical realm where things just fall into place, if they are meant to. This might seem romantic and quaint, but it is really just a cover for our laziness.

What will seduce a person is the effort we expend on their behalf, showing how much we care, how much they are worth. Leaving things to chance is a recipe for disaster, and reveals that we do not take love and romance very seriously.

A reasonable man in love may act like a madman, but he should not and cannot act like an idiot.