Quotes About Romance

There is one thing infinitely more pathetic than to have lost the woman one is in love with, and that is to have won her and found out how shallow she is!

The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.

Nothing strengthens a woman's determination to be in love quite so much as being told that she cannot.

You're not sick you're just in love.

Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January.

Before we make love, my husband takes a pain killer.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

Romance is the icing but love is the cake.

There's the foolish green puppy love that we start out with, then at some later time there's the common-sense, lukewarm sense of caring that keeps a husband and a wife together.  Somewhere in between, there's that deep love that comes once in a lifetime

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,Warmer than a summer night.The clouds were like an alabaster palace,Rising to a snowy height.Each star its own aurora borealis,Suddenly you held me tight.I could see the midnight sun.

You've scored on my heart...

That Mack McGuire, he makes my heart flutter like a clean sheet on a long line.

A veces, Clark, tú eres la única razón que tengo para levantarme por las mañanas. —Entonces, vamos a alguna parte. —Las palabras salieron de mi boca antes incluso de que supieraque iba a pronunciarlas. —¿Qué? —Vamos a alguna parte. Una semana, solo para divertirnos. Tú y yo. Ni uno solo de estos... Will esperó. —¿Imbéciles? —... imbéciles. Di que sí, Will. Vamos.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing.

he makes my heart flutter like a clean sheet on a long line.

She is in Paris, in Parisian clothes, getting ready to go out with a Frenchman she picked up in an art gallery! She pulls her hair back into a loose knot, puts on her lipstick, sits down on the bed and laughs.

I'm not very romantic in real life. I guess love is the thing that makes us do the most extraordinary things—the emotion that can bring us highest or lowest, or be the most transformative—and extremes of emotion are always interesting to write about.

He smelled of warm, sleepy male. She had forgotten what a weirdly potent scent that was.

I just…want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more." I

You came for a romantic weekend to Paris. In your flip-flops.

But when the lift doors closed behind us, he pulled me toward him, took my face in his hands and kissed me again. "Was that to stop me talking?" I said when he released me. "No. That was because I've wanted to do that for four long weeks and I plan to do it as many times as I can until I go home again." "That's a good line." "Took me most of the flight.

here …' He placed a hand on the upper part of his chest.

This thing has shown her that age is no protection against the hazards of love.

Why do you think nobody writes love letters like these anymore?" she says instead, pulling one from her bag. "I mean, yes, there are texts and e-mails and things, but nobody sends them in language like this, do they? Nobody spells it out anymore like our unknown lover did.