Quotes About Romance

The end of the idyll was implicit in the beginning: I at least knew that, though you might not. And also that the more enchanted the idyll the greater must be the pain of its ending. That won't endure. Hearts don't really break, you know.

Well, I warn you, love, that if you cast me out I shall build me a willow cabin at your gates - and likely die of inflammation of the lungs, for November is *not the month for building willow cabins!

There is always a thought of marriage between a single female and a personable gentleman, if not in his mind, quite certainly in hers.

He took her face between his hands, turning it up, and looking down at her for a moment before he kissed her. I do love you, Jenny, he said gently. Very much indeed-- you are part of my life. Julia was never that-only a boy's impractical dream.

Friday. Proposed to Cicely. Refused.

It is a long time now since I have been able to look at you without thinking how very beautiful you are,' said Sir Tristram simply. 'Oh!' said Miss Thane, blushing, 'you forget yourself! Do pray, recollect that you do not look for romance in marriage! Remember your previous disillusionment! This will never do!

Read that!" commanded madame dramatically, and handed her a crumpled sheet of paper. It contained a brief message in Juliana's sprawling characters: "My dear Tante, pray do not be in a taking, but I have gone with Vidal. I have No Time to write more, for I am in Desperate Haste. Juliana." "But—but it is not possible!" stammered Léonie, growing quite pale

Does it occur to *you*, Miss Lanyon, that although i have twice been on the verge of it, I have not yet offered for you? Being now safe from interruption, will you do me the honour, ma'am -' 'Good! You haven't gone to bed yet,' said Aubrey, suddenly re-entering the room. 'I have had a most excellent notion!' 'This,' said Damerel wrathfully, 'is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

_ ¿Y si me caso con vos, mi señor? ¿Me dejareis seguir mi camino? ¿No vendréis a mi lado si yo no lo deseo? ¿ No os enfadaréis conmigo ni seréis mi tiran o?Te lo juro _ dijo él. Ella se le acercó con la mirada llena de ternura maliciosa _ ¡Oh, mi amor, te conozco mejor de lo que te conoces a ti mismo!

No, he was not as handsome as poor Wrotham, whose dark, stormy beauty troubled her dreams a little. Wrotham was a romantic figure, particularly when his black locks were disheveled through his clutching them in despair.

A delicately nurtured female (unless all the books lied) would have swooned from the shock of being kissed by a strange man, or at the very least would have been cast into the greatest affliction, her peace cut up, her spirits wholly overpowered. What she would not have done was to have stayed to bandy words with her wolfish assailant. Nor would she have been conscious of a feeling of exhilaration. Venetia was very conscious of it.

When I think of all the pretty and lovely girls who have done their best to attach him, and he tells me that he has offered for an insipid female who has neither fortune nor any extraordinary degree of beauty, besides being stupidly shy and dowdy, I – oh, I could go into strong hysterics!

And as for the tulips, I know several, and they would not do for me at all. Besides, they are not romantic, because they have to think so much about their cravats and their coats and the size of their buttons that they have no time for anything besides. The most truly romantic man I know does not give a fig for what he may look like. It would not do for everyone to be so careless, of course, but he is so extremely handsome that it don't signify a scrap.

Miss Thane turned her head to look up at Sir Tristram. 'I wish you will tell me what you did,' she said. 'You were not on the Brighton mail, were you? Is it possible that you rode here ventre à terre ?' 'No,' replied Sir Tristram. 'I came post.' Miss Thane seemed to abandon interest in his proceedings.

Ferdy, who had been standing with his mouth open, staring, suddenly rose superbly to the occasion, and offered his arm to Hero with a graceful bow. 'Let me escort you back to the ballroom!' he said. 'Yes, but- Sherry, you must not mind George's kissing me!' said Hero, looking from one to the other in a little dismay. 'Indeed, there was not the least harm in it, was there, George?' 'Dear Kitten,' promptly replied George, bowing with even more grace than Ferdy, 'there was much pleasure!

means that Charis won't be a penniless bride.' 'Ah!

She had felt the exquisite happiness of knowing herself to be sought after by the man of her choice; and when he had asked her to waltz with him a second time she had not hesitated.

There is little likelihood of gaining my consent to your marriage with anyone whom I can at the moment call to mind.' 'Except,' said Miss Taverner through her teeth, 'yourself!' 'Except, of course, myself,' he agreed suavely. 'And do you suppose, Lord Worth, that there is any great likelihood of my marrying you?' inquired Judith in a sleek, deceptive voice. He raised his brows. 'Until I ask you to marry me, Miss Taverner, not the least likelihood,' he replied gently.

You need not be afraid that I have just fallen in love yesterday. I am quite sure of my mind in this. A month is fully long enough for that.' 'Or a day or an hour,' said the Earl musingly.

doors opened, and Mr Beaumaris handed his bride tenderly up into the luxurious vehicle. So little time had she been kept waiting in the road that she did not even look to see whether

No man who had the inestimable good fortune to call you his wife would ever desire any other woman. If you don't know that, there is nothing I can do or say to convince you!

Ay, and what do you think he was doing when I walked in? Reading poetry to her! What a booberkin! I can tell you this, my boy: in my day we'd more rumgumption than to bore a pretty woman into a lethargy!

Rupert is a silly boy, like the Prince de Condé! If you do not marry me, Monseigneur, I will not marry anyone!' 'That would be a pity,' he said. 'Mignonne, are you --sure?' She nodded; a tremulous smile curved her lips. 'Oh, Monseigneur, I never thought that you would be so very blind!

for a wife for some time – thirty at least, ain't he? – but if he has a veritable tendre for the girl, so much the better! It should fix his interest with