Quotes About Romance

Who else could make the colors of the aurora borealis rise off my skin where he strokes my forearm? Or send needles of ice tinkling blue through my brain when he looks in my eyes?

One look at her and I was gone. This is the truth, it was first sight. I fell down a well into some shiny dream, and if somebody had thrown me a

smoochie kiss.

To my first love, my only love." "To my greatest love," he answered, clinking his flute to hers, happiness flooding

A friend who loves Paris once told me, 'There aren't many things we humans need to do. We need to eat, we need to drink, we need to make love. And the French attitude is, okay, we should do those things very well.

I squeezed her hips, then ran my hands up and over the curve of her ribs to her breasts. Her nipples were hard under the wet fabric of her dress. Her body radiated heat. I heard myself groan. It sounded like capitulation.

I heard footsteps on the tile, then saw his profile as he emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a white tee shirt and matching boxer shorts.

In the 1500s, it was a crime to be caught kissing in Naples, Italy. The punishment? Death!

Het weidse park bezwijmt onder het brandend oog van de zon, net als de jeugd onder de heerschappij van de Liefde.

Want to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the grass sings our names?

It was, he thought, fine to be young and in love. Even in the graveyard which this world has become, it was fine.

I'd read a book called A Reliable Wife not too long before leaving on the world's strangest trip, and as I climbed into bed, a line from the novel crossed my mind: 'He had lost the habit of romance.

Many a man inlove with a dimple makes the mistake of marring the whole Girl

All couples start off as Romeo and Juliet and end up as Laurel and Hardy.

The only thing relationships needed in common was love—of some kind—and true love was rarely the result of a shared fondness for quilting.

but we just can't seem to rekindle the feeling we used to have.

He slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him, tossing the ice cream cone over his shoulder. It landed with a splat on the sidewalk. So does that mean I have a varsity girlfriend? I giggled like a total girl and linked my hands behind his neck. Yeah I guess it does. Sweet. Then he bent his head, and I stood up on my tiptoes and we met in the middle. And it was perfect.

Qualunque sia il caso, lei è sparita dalla mia vita. È il prezzo che ho dovuto pagare per aver flirtato romanticamente con l'apocalisse. Sono stato così sciocco da credere di poter giocare con il caos, mentre era il caos a giocare con me.

Romance is a universally unspoken language understood by all living organism on this planet except heterosexual men.

Book love is something like romantic love. When we are reading a really great book, burdens feel lighter, cares seem smaller, and commonplaces are suddenly delightful. You become your best optimistic self. Like romantic love, book love fills you with a certain warmth and completeness. The world holds promise.

Don't have sex man. It leads to kissing and pretty soon you have to start talking to them. Steve Martin

The wooing, the winning, the dining, the romance—it's all part of his here-and-now philosophy. He doesn't feel reluctant about sharing intimacies with a stranger because he isn't thinking of anything beyond selling himself.

Knights do protect ladies, but only to keep them from being abducted by other knights.

The collapse of communism and a recognition of its economic and humanitarian catastrophes took the romance out of revolutionary violence and cast doubt on the wisdom of redistributing wealth at the point of a gun.