Quotes About Romance

I appreciate a slow-burn romance. In most movies, everyone is just tearing their clothes off in the first scene.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane

Être aimé d'elle, ou mourir.

Infuse with passion, then, if you will, this friendship, and let the voice of love disturb its calm.

In the eyes of many Parisian women, Felix, a sort of hero of romance, owed much of his success to the evil that was said of him.

The caresses over which love presides are always pure.

In a lover the coarsest desire always shows itself as a burst of honest admiration.

When a woman utters the name of a man but twice a day, there is perhaps some uncertainty about her feelings toward him—but if thrice?—Oh! oh!

A woman's life begins with her first passion.

Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.

Yesterday, at the Italian Opera, I could feel some one was looking at me; my eyes were drawn, as by a magnet, to two wells of fire, gleaming like carbuncles in a dim corner of the orchestra. Henarez never moved his eyes from me. The wretch had discovered the one spot from which he could see me—and there he was. I don't know what he may be as a politician, but for love he has a genius.

Anything may be expected and anything may be supposed of a woman who is in love.

The lover submits to all the caprices of a woman; and as a man is never vile while he lies in the arms of his mistress, he will take the means to please her that a husband would recoil from.

Between two beings susceptible of love, the duration of passion is in proportion to the original resistance of the woman, or to the obstacles which the accidents of social life put in the way of your happiness.

We will not attempt to enumerate the women who are virtuous from stupidity, for it is acknowledged that in love all women have intellect.

It is with kisses as with confidences, the first leads to another. They are multiplied, they interrupt conversation, they take its place; they scarce leave time for a sigh to escape.

Love is the most melodious of all harmonies.

Let us leave hearts out of the question. Business is business, and business is not carried on with sentimentality like romances.

I see two lovers looking over the edge of the cauldron of hell. Are they contemplating a double suicide? This means their love will end in hell.' I couldn't stop laughing.

Shintani-kun often brought a book to read while he waited, but he'd close it as soon as his food arrived. I liked that too. As well as the way he always said Itadaki-masu, quietly, before he started eating. Maybe I was already in love.

When I've fallen in love before, I've always tried to run it down and tackle it, but with him it would be different. The conversation we just had was like a glimpse of stars through a chink in a cloudy sky—perhaps, over time, talks like this would lead to love.

Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.