Quotes About Romance

Judith Krantz

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Maternal absence, in one form or another, is always found in the background of the incest romance. Womens literature on incest generally treats the theme of maternal absence tragically. Mens literature trivializes it or treats it comically. And clinical literature tends to treat it judgmentally.

I am pleased to know Winston is no longer competing to win your heart. That is one job I do not want to share with any other man.

He took the empty cup from Laura's hand and placed it on the table. "May I have this dance, Miss Woodfield? While I was unfamiliar with the steps at your party, I do know how to dance a proper Circassian circle. I promise I won't step on your toes." As they stepped onto the floor, she took hold of his hand. And his heart, as well.

You are mad!" she snapped, her chest heaving. "And you are a devil!" "And you, my dear," Royce imperturbably replied, "are a bitch." With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, "The lady and I wish to be wed.

He will love only once - but it will be for always.

Reformed rakes often make the best husbands.

Tell me," he said, smiling, "Would you really have danced with the duke?" She relaxed, the danger past. "Yes. But he was my second choice. You, sir, didn't seem to have much interest in me." "Ah. There you are very wrong." His smile faltered, and then he began to lean forward, as if he would kiss her again. But the door opened, and a loud group of young men pushed into the courtyard, filling the garden with glimmering light and sound as they laughed amongst themselves.

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

I understood the word 'swoon'. It felt that way, like 'sweep' and 'moon' and 'woo', all those words smashed together in one word that stood for that feeling, right then.

But I do know," he continued, "how to salvage an evening for a girl in a party dress." He stood up, bowed. Held out his hand. "May I have this dance?" "Here?

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

For twas not into my ear you whispered, But into my heart. Twas not my lips you kissed, But my soul.

Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul

It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

I'm a bad dater - I'm just not good at it. It's so weird dating in this town. It's like high school. I get a lot of people who have their publicist call my agent to ask, 'Is she dating anyone?'

L' amour est comme un sablier, avec le coeur remplir le vide du cerveau

L'amore è come una clessidra: man mano che il cuore si riempie, il cervello si svuota.

Das Gefühl ist jedenfalls ein schlechter Berater. Es besitzt per definitionem keine Allgemeingültigkeit." "Und der Verstand ist eine Illusion", erwidert die ideale Geliebte schnell. "Nichts weiter als ein Kostüm, in das der Mensch die Summe seiner Gefühle steckt." "Du sprichst in romantischen Anachronismen!", ruft Mia. "Und du in jenen intellektuellen Sophistereien, an denen Moritz zugrunde gegangen ist!

I think I want to kiss you again

Lying in their field above the sea, watching the sun go down and the darkness creep over the field so that they were wrapped together in shadow. Will propped himself on one elbow beside her, is finger curling strands of her dark hair until it was bound so tight it pulled her scalp and she cried out, and then he bent over her, kissed her, so,so tenderly, and she thought she would die with happiness. They had made love, the very first time.

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