Quotes About Romance

You make me think of Casanova, except that in between the erotic, Casanova was boring, while you, in between eroticism and even because of it, you get profound.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god.

When we walked together through the streets, bodies close together, arm in arm, hands locked, I could not talk. We were walking over the world, over reality, into ecstasy. When she smelled my handkerchief, she inhaled me. When I clothed her beauty, I possessed her.

At five o'clock Paris always has a current of eroticism in the air.

It was this that frightened me--the sense that behind the grande amoureuse lay concealed a little bourgeoise who wanted security in love.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.

I want eroticism mixed with love, and deep love one does not experience often.

I said to a Frenchman the other day: "I love genius," He answered: "A woman gives genius to the man she loves.

They smiled at each other. His smile, even at night was dazzling; hers, too. They could scarcely distinguish anything but the brilliant smiles and the outlines of their perfect bodies.

There are things one reads that make you aware that you have lived nothing, felt nothing, experienced nothing up to that time. How can i begin to feel - to feel? I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me.

She wanted to be courted with mysterious language.

She has to make the atmosphere boil.

I have dreamed of that over and over—I dancing with you, or you alone dancing with head thrown back and eyes half shut.

She fell in love with an extinct volcano.

Sentimentalismo? ¿Romanticismo? Si habla en serio... ¿Por qué dudo de ella? Acaso sea que es muy sensible y la gente hipersensible es falsa cuando los demás dudan de ellos? vacilan. Y dan la impresión de ser insinceros.

You blush before your tenderness.

I like the hungry way she looks at me

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt

Sunt dou? moduri de a ajunge la mine, prin s?ruturi sau prin imagina?ie.

Henry:] Je pense à toi tous le temps.

You don't know what sensuality is. Hugo and I do. It's in us, not in your devious practices; it's in feeling, in passion, in love.

Hay dos modos de llegar a mí, mediante los besos o la imaginación. Pero existe una jerarquía; los besos por sí solos no bastan.

having faith that their life together, their adventures together, and the stories that they told each other, would soon take the place of the wine, believing that all the natural intoxications of caress would flow from her and not the barrel.

What did I want? I wanted a life with you! And I get instead Radio City, the lights going up, "honey I love you," dancing all night, crap shooting, cellophane magic, chrome and black marble.