Quotes About Romance

There must be a better reason to have a baby than to provide a plot point in a rom-com. Don't you think?

Diontsos]. Swoony type, long hair, bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine.

See, how strong love overwhelms us. See, how it wounds and destroys and yet when Aphrodite wants to soothe, nothing cures as love cures. So, my love, shoot me gently, barely break my skin with your terrible arrows.

She's like snow in Russian, said Anna. Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose]....

He then kissed her. It was a very long time before he let her go. When he did, she looked up at him, hurt and bewilderment on her face. "Why did you stop?" asked Tessa. "I thought you might want to breathe," said Guy carefully. "Breathe?" said Tessa, shocked. "I don't need to breathe when I'm with you.

Love was central to Victorians' sense of self because through it they learned to know not only their partners but themselves. Love was a template for authentic, albeit restrained, expression of their inner self, but it was also a means to attain spiritual perfection, as was made clear by the consistent association of the romantic discourse with the values and metaphors of religion.

The transformations undergone by the meaning of love are characterized by: 1) the extrication of love from religion, that is, the secularization of the discourse of love 2) the increasing prominence of the theme of love in mass culture, especially in film and advertising 3) the glorification of the theme of love as a supreme value and the equation of love with happiness 4) the inclusion of 'intensity' and 'fun' in the new definitions of romance, marriage, and domesticity

Oh, Gram. Don't you think falling in love in one week is about the silliest thing you've ever heard? Not that I'm falling in love, mind you. That's so...so...Harlequin.

Goodness me, Charlotte, she went on, much her old self again, who on earth ever fell in love with anyone who looked handsome? What a ghastly bore handsome is.

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Old boy, said Grimes, you're in love. Nonsense! Smitten? said Grimes. No, no. The tender passion? No. Cupid's jolly little darts? No. Spring fancies, love's young dream? Nonsense! Not even a quickening of the pulse? No. A sweet despair? Certainly not. A trembling hope? No. A frisson ? a Je ne sais quoi ? Nothing of the sort. Liar! said Grimes.

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

What is it about being on a boat that makes everyone behave like a film star? --Julia Flyte

He was entrancing, with that epicene beauty which in extreme youth sings aloud for love and withers at the first cold wind.

I don't believe,' said Mr Prendergast, 'that people would ever fall in love or want to be married if they hadn't been told about it. It's like abroad: no one would want to go there if they hadn't been told it existed. Don't you agree?

How good it is to sit in the shade and talk of love

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired to that June night.

I love her and that is the beginning and end of everything.

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her.

It was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again

But he knew that he was in Daisy's house by a colossal accident. However glorious might be his future as Jay Gatsby, he was at present a penniless young man without a past, and at any moment the invisible cloak of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. So he made the most of his time. He took what he could get, ravenously and unscrupulously - eventually he took Daisy one still October night, took her because he had no real right to touch her hand

He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.