Quotes About Romance

A hundred hearts would be too few To carry all my love for you.

April is in my mistress' face,And July in her eyes hath place,Within her bosom is September,But in her heart a cold December.

Shoot, false Love, I care not.Spend thy shafts and spare not.

She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

She is fond of greens who kisses the gardener.

You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well.

Even at midnight the sun was still bright, All because you kissed me goodnight!

I ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers — turned off my bed, tumbled into my light, and all because he kissed me good-night!

My love for you is mixed throughout my body…So hurry to see your lady,like a stallion on the track,or like a falcon swooping down to its papyrus marsh.Heaven sends down the love of heras a flame falls in the hay.

Rated G is nobody gets the girl. PG is the good guy gets the girl. R is the bad guy gets the girl. XXX is everybody gets the girl.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.

Your love has gone all through my body like honey in water, as a drug is mixed into spices, as water is mingled with wine....

Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.

You are my favorite excuse to whip cream.

"A bed, a bed," Clerk Saunders said,"A bed for you and me!""Fye na, fye na," said may Margaret,"Till anes we married be!"

She buried him before the prime,She was dead herself ere evensong time.God send every gentlemanSuch hounds, such hawks, and such leman.

O waly, waly, up the bank,And waly, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burnside,Where I and my Love wont to gae!

Remember the Red River ValleyAnd the cowboy that loves you so true.

Cras amet qui nunquam amavit quique amavit cras amet [Tomorrow let him love who has never loved and tomorrow let him who has loved love].

Curlylocks, Curlylocks,Wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishesNor yet feed the swine,But sit on a cushionAnd sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries,Sugar and cream.

comerei beijos como quem come sopa, e palitarei as gengivas no fim para extrair dos molares restos incómodos de ternura

I refer to the eleventh and twelfth centuries as a uniquely fruitful moment in the production and meaning of desire. These centuries saw the first development of romantic feeling.

With such exquisite women there is little need for aphrodisiacs....

they say you can't really be in love with someone unless they love you too, don't they?