Quotes About Romance

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

love had turned into love affair with a begining and an end.

I like to have a secret love affair, a hidden life, something to lie about.

Suddenly watching her feet, so light and precise and mistress of his shuffle, I was in love again.

I have fallen in love once, it can be done again.

There's nothing wrong in love. It happens. It doesn't much matter who with. We get caught up, we get kidnapped by mistake.

I'm still in love, Pyle, and I'm a wasting asset.

to an author there is a certain romance when stray copies of his work turn up in far, poor or abandoned places of the world.

I remembered the ancient flowers Charles had given me near Trés Haut Médoc, cut from the Glass Sea beds. Now he offered me a bouquet of stars. After the weariness and grief, Charles could still take my breath away.

Simpson had not one but two inconveniently living husbands. Hence, the abdication and the romance at a time when the world could most use news that was not threatening, if not downright frightening. Edward exchanged his crown for the title Duke of Windsor. There were rumors Wallace was less than satisfied with the title of Duchess, that bigger

A young man didn't bring flowers or chocolates to the woman he loved: He brought her stories from the wider world, where men grappled with demons of desire, and monstrous injustice.

The voice, Afghan matchmakers say, is more than half of love.

People haven't stopped believing in love. They haven't stopped wanting to be in love. They just don't believe in a happy ending anymore. They still believe in love, and falling in love, but they know now that...they know that romances almost never end as well as they begin.

In Prabaker's way of courtship, a young man didn't bring flowers or chocolates to the woman he loved: he brought her stories from the wider world, where men grappled with demons of desire, and monstrous injustice.

I looked at her for a while, reading the runes in her sky-blue eyes. Then I stood from the wall, held her in my arms, and kissed her. It was a long kiss. We lived out a life together in that kiss: we lived and loved and grew old together, and we died. Then our lips parted, and that life we might've had retreated, shrinking to a spark of light we would always recognise in one another's eyes.

The sound of her voice and the sight of her face pulled all the air from my lungs, and set my heart thumping.

People haven't stopped believing in love. They haven't stopped wanting to be in love. They just don't believe in a happy ending anymore. They still believe in love, and falling in love, but they know how that...they know that romances almost never end as well as they begin.

She was almost too beautiful: as beautiful as a blush of summer sunset on a sky-wide stream of cloud.

Then I stood from the wall, held her in my arms, and kissed her. It was a long kiss. We lived out a life together in that kiss: we lived and loved and grew old together, and we died. Then our lips parted, and that life we might've had retreated, shrinking to a spark of light we would always recognise in one another's eyes

Exactly-merde and bad food, c'est l'amour.

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him Yero, my hero, and that melted his heart.

I joined the army on my seventeenth birthday, full of the romance of war after having read a lot of World War I British poetry and having seen a lot of post-World War II films. I thought the romantic presentations of war influenced my joining and my presentation of war to my younger siblings.

When I listen to music from different eras, I sense different things. The 1940s music, there's so much optimism and romance, maybe because they just solved the biggest problem on Earth at that time - World War II. In the 1960s, there was so much creativity and innovation in sound.