Quotes About Romance

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired

At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.

Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

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.

She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

All I think of ever is that I love you.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!

The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.

When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds' wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.