Quotes About Romance

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,And tempted her out of her gloom.

The viol, the violet, and the vine.

And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.

Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.

edgar rice burroughs

Love, however, cannot be forbidden. The more that flame is covered up, the hotter it burns. Also love can always find a way. It was impossible that these two whose hearts were on fire should be kept apart. (Pyramus and Thisbe)

Kiss me yet once again, the last, long kiss, Until I draw your soul within my lips And drink down all your love.

Then Montesquiou was mentioned, and somebody described his first love-affair, a Baudelairean love-affair with a female ventriloquist who, while Montesquiou was straining to achieve his climax, would imitate the drunken voice of a pimp, threatening the aristocratic client.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving; 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

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I soon discovered that they were absorbed in a silly kind of amorous correspondence with the girls of a neighbouring academy, but " what were all such toys to me?

Roses red and violets blue,And all the sweetest flowers, that in the forest grew.

Where is Prince Charming? What ever happened to happily ever after? Why is it that a man who is unhappy with a woman--a man who may neglect, abuse or abandon her--cannot bear to see her happy alone or with someone else? That manner of macho is decidedly unattractive.

Men give love because they want sex. Women give sex because they want love. That's the difference between men and women. Ever notice how when we talk about our love lives, it's always about a man? Singular. All most of us want is one good man. But when men talk, it's about women. Plural. They want as many as they can get.

I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.

Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning;

She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.

How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line

The Fugitive" Thanks be to God the world is wide, And I am going far from home, For I forgot in Camelot The man I loved in Rome, And I forgot in Kensington The man I loved in Kew; And there must be a place for me To think no more of you.

I would kiss you, had I the courage.