Quotes About Romance

As I princessed in the tower, he knight-in-shining-armoured up the drive.

I was obsessed with romance. When I was in high school, I saw 'Doctor Zhivago' every day from the day it opened until the day it left the theater.

From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams

You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us

you and I are black and white—a film noir, filled with gestures, poignant and tender

For company he had a grease-stained paperback copy of Ian Fleming's Thunderball. Jerry yawned as he flipped pages, envying James Bond as he thwarted assassins and terrorists, darting from close call to close call and from bed to bed, barely lingering to enjoy the scent of the gorgeous women who found him irresistible.

He and Marie wandered through a square

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering--these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love--these are what we stay alive for.

Away with old Romance! Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts; Away with love-verses, sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of idlers; Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music slide; The unhealthy pleasures, ex

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

And they are gone: aye, ages long agoThese lovers fled away into the storm.

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance.

A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,To let the warm Love in!

Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degreesHer rich attire creeps rustling to her knees.

Already with thee! tender is the night.

I met a lady in the meadsFull beautiful, a faery's child;Her hair was long, her foot was light,And her eyes were wild.

Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Let him have his dreams and believe in love and romance. Suppose we all do deep down if we thought about being honest.

There's no time to muck about with nature and romance. Start thinking like that and you'll be old before your time.

My first attempt at a kiss was in fifth grade, but it didn't go so well. Later, I used Boyz II Men and Jodeci songs to come on to girls. I had more success.

Always remember this: 'A kiss will never miss, and after many kisses a miss becomes a misses'.