Quotes About Romance

Aseguraba que me sorprendería la encantadora muchacha por la que había perdido corazón, mente, alma, razón, talento para cocinar y casi todo lo demás.

Women were glad when he came into their lives. It was not boasting. Women smiled for him; even when he left them, they smiled as if they would welcome him back. That was all he ever really wanted from women; a smile, a dance, a kiss, and to be remembered foundly.

My heart and fortune, such as they are, already lie at your feet. Faile missed a step, then laughed softly and pressed her cheek against his booted calf. You are too clever for me, she murmured. One day I will dance it for you, and boil the blood in your veins. You already do that, he said, and she laughed again.

You are quite beautiful, child. Perhaps you should beware of Perrin. I never see him but in the company of beautiful girls." Faile gave Perrin a flat, considering look, then tried to gloss it over quickly.

Bloody ashes, but that had been a fun game. She had had the better of him time and again. Light send him plenty of women who could do that, though not in rapid succession, and always when he knew how to find the back door. Tuon was one. Come to think of it, he would probably never need another.

Dance well with a woman, he thought smugly, and she's halfway yours.

yet not a quarter so well as you display yourself, for night-blooming dara lilies would weep with envy to see you stroll beside the moonlit water, as I would do, and make myself a bard to sing your praises by this very moon.

Elayne's first act in Caemlyn would be to get Rand alone and kiss him within an inch of his life.

When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you.

L'excitation que lui donnaient les peines d'amour de ses héros accélérait son pouls, faisait rougir ses joues et briller ses yeux.

Love dissolves truth like wine the pearl.

And my eyes fill up with tears because this man's very fingertips are in love with me.

That summer we had been absolutely alone, together, even when people were around, the only inhabitants of the kind of floating island or magic carpet which being in love is.

Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire I spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

Yeah, tell me I'm a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That's the way to my heart.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. [....] Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more 'scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.

Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it?

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little bit is a good thing - not too much, of course, but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.

He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.

Yes, red-to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne-My Queen Anne-queen of my heart and life and home.