Quotes About Romance

Mr. Ross and his love interest, our English teacher, Miss Wannamaker, had passed up that magic number long ago. Closer to fifty-two, Mr. Ross was a widower.

A woman will not throw away a garland, though soiled, which her lover gave: not in the object lies a present?s worth, but in the love which it was meant to mark.

Thank you for this, Megan. I have not enjoyed something—or someone—as much in too long to recall." "Me neither." She smiled at him, pulsing her hips upward as if trying to capture this moment for all time. "You're one hell of a lover, Dante." "I aim to please," he joked. "Your aim is dead on, cowboy.

Sweetness drops from your lips, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue.

O my dumpling! the waiters had nothing but desserts for us that year! Loving you was rather like lying down: Nothing but sky!

One man, nearing retirement in a people-helping profession, told his protégé, "Steal your wife away to a hotel for 24 hours once a month, and you'll always have a great marriage and a good sex life." Sometimes scheduling every aspect of life is what has you down, so be spontaneous. Pack a toothbrush, some lingerie, and a bathing suit and head out! Let your whims carry you.

101 Greatest Romantic Poems

To fall in love with God is the greatest of all romances. To seek Him, the greatest adventure. To find Him, the greatest human achievement.

12-27-10 Palace Hotel, San Francisco- Over Christmas In bed, lights out: O: 'Oh, oh, oh...!' I: 'What was that for?' O: 'I found your fifth rib.' In the middle of the night: 'Wouldn't it be nice if we could dream together?' O whispers.

What happened in Prohibition? What happens to you when you put on a few pounds, and decide to get rid of them with a crash diet? What happened to the, ah, romantic content of movies after public criticism forced the adoption of a rating code? What happens to a daughter whose father forbids her to date? Unwanted efforts to apply a strict standard will almost always backfire, and bring about the very result which they seek to prevent.

If you have someone you think is the one, take them and travel around the world. Buy a plane ticket for the two of you to travel all over the world, to places that are hard to reach and hard to get out of. And when you land at JFK and you're still in love with that person, get married.

Most people live their lives as if the end were always years away. They measure their days in love, laughter, accomplishment, and loss. There are moments of sunshine and storm. There are schedules, phone calls, careers, anxieties, joys, exotic trips, favorite foods, romance, shame, and hunger. A person can be defined by clothing, the smell of his breath, the way she combs her hair, the shape of his torso, or even the company she keeps.

With While You Were Sleeping, it was so much fun and such a Cinderella story, that I didn't want to do another romantic comedy. I wanted to do the opposite.

I try not to kid myself. You know, I don't mind romancing someone else, but to fool yourself is pretty devastating and dangerous.

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.

Everyone is worthy of finding love and enjoying escapist fantasies of a life of dancing, romance, and ambition.

My fiancee's the one that's picture worthy.

Looking back on my early romantic life, I was more worried about what impression I made on my dates than what I thought of them. I would approach them as though they were job interviews, trying to wow the man so that he would ask me out again and I got the 'job.'

Usually we have pick-up shots to film after all the main work is done; sometimes we even do them after our wrap party. Just like when you're packing up and moving, it's the little things that end up taking the most time, and there is no romance in the clean up.

To wrap up the idea of 'Parade's End' in a sentence or two, I would say it's a love story in which we see a man with two women, and we know what's attractive about them. And we know why and what they feel about him.

I can't really cook, but the first dish I ever made was for my girlfriend, Eleanor. I made chicken breast wrapped in ham, homemade mashed potatoes, and gravy.

'The Marriage of Souls', like 'The Rationalist', is an exploration of humanist philosophy wrapped between the delicate leaves of an eighteenth-century tale. The story of the two novels - and they should be read as a two-volume work - centres around the old war-horse of boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy finds girl. But what a boy and what a girl.

'The Notebook' wrecks me! I cry like a 6-year-old girl at the end.

When I'm in bed with a woman, my favorite move is a wrestling hold called the lip lock.