Quotes About Romance

The tragedy of preparedness has scarcely been handled, save by the Greeks. Life is indeed dangerous, but not in the way morality would have us believe. It is indeed unmanageable, but the essence of it is not a battle. It is unmanageable because it is a romance, and its essence is romantic beauty.

I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows.

She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.

Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.

George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her. Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called 'Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett, who stood brown against the view.

If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting--both for us and for her.

It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper.

A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood - a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man she loved. For Italy was offering her the most priceless of all possessions - her own soul.

In other words, they belong to types that could fall in love, but couldn't live together.

No, mother; no. She was really keen on Italy. This travel is quite a crisis for her." He found the situation full of whimsical romance: there was something half attractive, half repellent in the thought of this vulgar woman journeying to places he loved and revered. Why should she not be transfigured? The same had happened to the Goths.

I used to be so dreamy about a man's love as a girl, and think that, for good or evil, love must be the great thing. But it hasn't been; it has been itself a dream.

He did not want Romance to collide with the Porphyrion, still less with Jacky, and people with fuller, happier lives are slow to understand this. To the Schlegels, as to the undergraduate, he was an interesting creature, of whom they wanted to see more. But they to him were denizens of Romance, who must keep to the corner he had assigned them, pictures that must not walk out of their frames.

He filled a pipe with the tobacco that he had smoked for the last six years, and watched Romance wither.

love is eternal.

This was 'oliday, London with Maurice, all troubles over, and he wanted to drowse and waste time, and tease and make love.

A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.

He did not kiss her, for the hour was half-past twelve, and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace.

Me besarás?— dijo Maurice, mientras los gorriones despertaban sobre ellos en los aleros, y lejos, en los bosques, los palomos comenzaban a arrullarse.

she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon.

Now the two of us here in the dark have let the fire die slowly down, and it's your body I want to see with the curtains open and the half-moon pressed against the window—your long pale body smoldering on top of the sheet, glowing beside mine while we warm ourselves again in the heavy world of matter, catching fire at the fire we make of our lives. —Eamon Grennan, from "On Fire," Relations: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 1998)

Gördüm sevenleri... Ba?lar?na gelecekleri görmeyeceklerini gördüm... A??k olu?lar?n? gördüm... Anlamad?m... Anlayamad?m... Sonra sen ç?kageldin... Sonra sen... A??klar? gördüm... Acemilerdi... Ben dedim "Olamam böyle"... Sonra sen ç?kageldin... Sonra sen...

Charlie had always been a sucker for this part... the first days. The days when you let yourself believe the lies... Not just that there's someone who truly sees you... truly understands you... to your soul... but that you even want them to. That's the sweetest lie, the one you tell yourself.

In the summer we graduated we flipped out completely, drinking beer, cruising in our cars and beating up each other. It was a crazy summer. That's when I started to be interested in girls.

Your eyes flashed fire into my soul. I immediately read the words of Dostoyevsky and Karl Marx, and in the words of Albert Schweitzer, I FANCY YOU!