Quotes About Romance

Our eyes will know the heavens if our lips stay for each other.

Passionate attraction to someone of the opposite sex will make a hero or a fool of a novelist each time.

As Jesse talked the sun down, the hours late, Zerelda smiled and dreamed of him as he had been and was and would be. It seemed everything about him was dynamic and masculine and romantic ; he was more vital even in his illness than any man she'd ever known.

You hear people mention being in love. It's like a sickness I've never had.

Perhaps one of the reasons why revolutions have been so few among the English-speaking peoples is because English is so matter-of fact, so uninflammatory that the words needed to suspend the reason of rabbles are entirely lacking. The Romance languages, on the other hand, have not this disability, and the Slavonic languages seem to have been invented for the purpose of expressing or arousing the most intimate emotions without embarrassing either oneself or ones hearers.

What sweetness lies in wait each time I bring your lips to mine, a confection so perfect that its syrup infuses my daydreams and beomes real when I close my eyes. Razi (From The Mercy of Thin Air)

On a clear night, look up and count the stars and hold onto that number and know that I love you more. I will always love you.

Small bookstores have the romance of doomed intimate spaces about to be erased by unfettered capitalism. A lot of people fall in love here. We've even had a few proposals.

Where will you be my darling, the last time it snows on earth?

The Blue Flower, by Penelope Fitzgerald

Small bookstores have the romance of doomed intimate spaces about to be erased by unfettered capitalism. A lot of people fall in love here. We've even had a

Small bookstores have the romance of doomed intimate spaces about to be erased by unfettered capitalism. A lot of people fall in love here.

Here we go . . .' Small bookstores have the romance of doomed intimate spaces about to be erased by unfettered capitalism.

Oh no. I've just accidently paid a visit to the cakeshop of love. I haven't put back my Italian cakey, but I have accidentally picked up a Dave the Tart.

He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.

Here's the truth, simply stated...bookstores are suffering from a serious crisis of falling sales. Don't believe a single zero of all those editions claimed to be 100,000! 40,000!...even 400 copies! just for the suckers! Alack!...Alas!...only love and romance...and even then!...manage to keep selling...and a few murder mysteries...

All I know is we're 16 and ready to be kissed, kissed kissed.

a man I loved and cared about but wasn't in love with.

Stars were caught in the tree branches. She wished she could keep stars in her pocket, just to give him every time she saw him.

Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous red head.

She had a thing for cocky assholes. When they expressed interest in her it seemed meaningful. When nice guys hit on her, she had trouble caring. 

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.