Quotes About Romance

Se dice que esa mujer peleaba valientemente junto a él con un sable, y lo amaba con locura.

me impresionaron sus grandes ojos dorados; después de haberme enamorado ya aquella imagen no la olvidé

Tenía una suave morenez, la piel del rostro muy tersa y tierna, que invitaba a ser besada, y los ojos negros muy luminosos—"la noche hecha luz

Distant countries, heroic deeds and beautiful women spun around in our turbulent dream.

Les lèvres d'une femme m'émeuvent quand elles s'approchent, nues, pour un baiser, elles se déshabillent entièrement, du haut des mots jusqu'en bas.

Entonces confundo el final con el principio, el primer beso con el último? —Los besos no se cuentan, costado mío, ése no era el beso uno, tal vez el milésimo de los esperados. Ningún beso es el primero, todos son los segundos. El primero te lo di detrás de los cristales el día de la escalada al balcón. Por mí subías el precipicio. Te concedí entonces mi primera vez.

Ci si innamora così, cercando nella persona amata il punto a nessuno rivelato, che è dato in dono solo a chi scruta, ascolta con amore. Ci si innamora da vicino, ma non troppo, ci si innamora da un angolo acuto un poco in disparte in una stanza, presso una tavolata, seduto su un gradino mentre gli altri ballano

I love Mr. Darcy

When I get married...well, if I get married," I start, staring out the window, "I want to walk down the isle carrying a basket filled with coffee beans and Hershey bars.

I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it.

It's easy to fall in love with a girl who brings her husband a kingdom.' - Kelan

Today, we turn to one person to provide what an entire village once did: a sense of grounding, meaning, and continuity. At the same time, we expect our committed relationships to be romantic as well as emotionally and sexually fulfilling. Is it any wonder that so many relationships crumble under the weight of it all?

Love is a vessel that contains both security and adventure, and commitment offers one of the great luxuries of life: time. Marriage is not the end of romance, it is the beginning.

Spring is dangerous, like love. And love survives the lovers.

For three months, a person sits and looks at you, imagining a kiss.

I personally don't think grand gestures are actually romantic. The most romantic moments of my life have been so subtle and small. A snowstorm breakfast, a walk, an accidental meeting. Whenever you start planning these grand things, 'I'm gonna pick the great flower from the top of Mt. Everest', you're already losing. You're trying too hard.

Australian girls nearly always begin to think of 'lovers and nonsense', as middlefolks call it, long before their English aged sisters do... And herein lies the chief defect of the very young Australian girl. She is like a peach; a beautiful, smooth, rich peach, that has come to ripeness, almost in a day, and that hastens to rub off the soft, delicate bloom that is its chief charm, just to show its bright, warm colouring more clearly.

She read Dickens in the same spirit she would have eloped with him.

Hoje roubei todas as rosas dos jardins e cheguei ao pé de ti de mãos vazias.

How can I describe what effect that ancient, absurd, and wonderful rite has upon me when her lips touch mine? Can I find a formula to express that whirlwind which sweeps out of my soul everything, everything save her?

Where there is no wine there is no love.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

He felt her hand creep from her muff into his pocket as they walked the snowy streets to buy their Christmas tree; dusted the pollen off her nose after he had brought her the first king-cups. By the gay and gilded fountains of Peterhof they bandied preposterous names for their unborn child. At night, in their big wooden bed, he watched her spoon cherry jam into her tea and told her that her habits were disgusting, that he loved her more than life itself.

To this waltz, born in a distant, snowbound country out of longing for just such a flower-scented summer night as this, Rupert and Anna dance. They were under no illusions. The glittering chandeliers, the gold mirrors with their draped acanthus leaves, the plangent violins might be the stuff of romance, but this was no romance. It was a moment in a lifeboat before it sank beneath the waves; a walk across the sunlit courtyard towards the firing squad. This waltz was all they had.