Quotes About Romance

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!

They were together constantly, for lunch, for dinner, and nearly every evening--always in a sort of breathless hush, as if they feared that any minute the spell would break and drop them out of this paradise of rose and flame. But the spell became a trance seemed to increase from day to day

He seduces her because she is slipping away - she lets herself be seduced because of overwhelming admiration. Once settled, it is sensual, breathless, immediate, then gentle and tender for a while.

Ils sont arrivés au coucher du soleil, et pendant que nous naviguions parmi des centaines d'invités en effervescence, Daisy faisait jouer dans un murmure les sortilèges de sa voix.

I've got one more record, she said. -Have you heard 'So Long, Letty'? I suppose you have. Honestly, you don't understand-I haven't heard a thing. Nor known, nor smelt, nor tasted, he might have added; only hot-cheeked girls in hot secret rooms. The young maidens he had known at New Haven in 1914 kissed men, saying There!, hands at the man's chest to push him away. Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent....

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

The way he looked at Julia made her feel attractive. For half an hour, as their sentences floated pleasantly among the scent of violets and snowdrops, forget-me-nots and pansies, her interest in him grew.

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.

Well, there I was, 'way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care.

Il est possible que Daisy n'ait jamais rencontré l'amour — bien qu'il y ait dans sa voix, sa vraie voix je veux dire, quelque chose qui... [...] Il y a six semaines, et pour la première fois depuis des années, elle a entendu prononcer le nom de Gatsby. [...] Alors de cette voix, justement, sa vraie voix, elle a dit que c'était sans doute celui qu'elle avait connu autrefois.

Her fresh enthusiasm, her will to grow and learn, her endless faith in the inexhaustibility of romance, her courage and fundamental honesty--these things are not spoiled.

You want life to be a chain of flirtation with a man for every link. Want it to be one! You mean I've found it one.

The unfortunate part is that the only men who interest me at all are the totally ineligible ones.

He fought with a desire to kiss her again, even tenderly, and began to tell her that she was being unwise, but before he got really started at this handsome project, she was in his arms again, and whispering something that he had to accept, since it was wrapped up in a kiss.

She [suddenly]: I like you. He: Don't. She: Modest too-- He: I'm afraid of you. I'm always afraid of a girl--until I've kissed her. She [emphatically]: My dear boy, the war is over. He: So I'll always be afraid of you. She [rather sadly]: I suppose you will [A slight hesitation on both their parts.]

She [dreamily]: I've kissed dozens of men. I suppose I'll kiss dozens more. He [abstractedly]: Yes, I suppose you could--like that. She: Most people like the way I kiss. He [remembering himself]: Good Lord, yes. Kiss me more, Rosalind. She: No-- my curiosity is generally satisfied at one.

He [suddenly]: I don't want to fall in love with you-- She [raising her eyebrows]: Nobody asked you to. He [continuing coldly]: But I probably will.

Elle se leva dès qu'il fut sorti, s'approcha de Gatsby, leva son visage vers lui, l'embrassa sur les lèvres. — Je vous aime et vous le savez, murmura-t-elle.

Gillespie: And you haven't kissed me for two weeks. I had an idea that after a girl was kissed she was--was--on. Rosalind: Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

Then for a moment they faded into the sweet darkness so deep that they were darker than the darkness, so that for awhile they were darker than the black trees- then so dark that when she tried to look up at him she could but look at the wild waves of the universe over his shoulder and say, 'Yes, I guess I love you too.

Then the door opened and she came into the room - and it was as though everything in it suddenly blurred before his eyes. He had not remembered how beautiful she was, and he felt his face grow pale and his voice diminish to a poor sigh in his throat.

Amory [softly, battle lost]: I love you. Rosalind: I love you--now.

This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only extemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers...