Quotes About Romance

Mark this one thing my boy: never, never, never can a man make himself ridiculous in the eyes of a woman by anything he may do on her account. Not even by the most childish performances. Do anything you like, stand on your head, talk the most utter twaddle, swank like a peacock, sing under her window - anything at all but one thing: don't be matter of fact, don't be sensible.

Po danu Lisabon ima ne?eg naivno teatralnog što privla?i i o?arava — ali je no?u grad iz bajke koji se sa blistavo osvijetljenim terasama spušta ka moru, kao neka nagizdana žena što se naginje ka svom tamnoplavom ljubavniku.

Derane, zapamti jednom: nikad, nikad, nikad ?ovek ne postaje smešan pred ženom ako radi nje ?ini nešto. ?ak i pri naglupljoj lakrdiji. Radi šta ho?eš; govori gluposti, hvališi se kao paun, pevaj pod njenim prozorom, samo ne ?ini jedno: ne budi poslovan, ne budi trezven! - Šta ti veliš na to, Oto? Kester se smejao. - Bi?e da je ta?no.

I loved her very much, and it seemed to me that I had never loved her more, even when possessing her, than in this sordid night full of snoring, punctured by the strange hissing sound of urine falling on coal.

What Edith did not yet appreciate was that Wilson was now a man in love, and as White House usher Ike Hoover observed, Wilson was "no mean man in love-making when once the germ has found its resting place.

Late that afternoon, he devoted two quiet hours to his Old South, losing himself in another, more chivalrous age.

Back in America, true to her nature if not to Boris, Martha met and promptly fell in love with a new man

Winston had grave concerns, and that she regretted letting the romance progress to this point without expressing their doubts and fears. This was only partly true: In fact, Churchill, preoccupied with war matters, had few concerns about the engagement and was more than content to let Clementine manage the situation. Thus far that weekend, his main interests had

All you need to be married are champagne, a box of cigars, and a double bed," he said. Or this: "One of the secrets of a happy marriage is never to speak to or see the loved one before noon.

Possibility swelled inside of me like a sponge absorbing the moisture of the moment—the man, the feeling that an epic story had just been hatched. It replaced my own small meandering, domestic tale of disaffection and decay and set me loose on a tide of romance. It was a perfect storm, and Spade was the perfect pirate. Los Angeles, Fall 1988 I met my husband on my first day in Los Angeles.

Here's my top secret: When I have a crush, the world is way pretty, like all the colors are brighter. —Mason

What are you looking at? The woman I love. With all his heart and soul. Reese looked over her shoulder. Where? I don't see any one. Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.

Jess? Yeah? Would you be okay with it if I fell in love with you? My hear squeezed and I paused, my mouth a hairbreadth from his as I took in his words, as if I could breathe them into my mouth, my heart, my soul. Yeah, I whispered. I'd be very okay with it.

The path of true love never ran smooth. More likely you ran out of gas, blew a tire, and hit the wall before you crossed the finish line.

Seriously. A cuddle rating. Who came up with that shit? Whoever had, it meant he had to cuddle her like a pro just to prove a point.

I love you," he murmured. My heart swelled in appreciation the way it always did when he shared his feelings. "I love you, too.

Marriage is a working relationship. It has its moments of genuine, downright boredom. That's the trouble with Daphne. She can't stand being bored. She has to be in love—madly in love, and it's difficult to be madly in love with a husband three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

You know, Donald, that's your big trouble. You fall in love every time you fall for a jane. You shouldn't do that. If a girl looks good to you, go on the make. Love her where you find her, and leave her where you love her.

Oh Jake, Brett said, We could have had such a damned good time together. Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes, I said. Isn't it pretty to think so?

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.

I am always in love.

I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.