Quotes About Romance

ALBA from "Langue d'Oc" When the nightingale to his mate Sings day-long and night late My love and I keep state In bower, In flower, 'Till the watchman on the tower Cry: "Up! Thou rascal, Rise, I see the white Light And the night Flies.

The overwhelming majority of women will be happier in the long run by marrying an ordinary man and having children than by seeking sexual thrills, ascending the corporate heights or grinding out turgid tracts on gender theory. A woman develops an emotional bond with her mate through the sexual act itself; this is why arranged marriages (contrary to Western prejudice) are often reasonably happy. Romantic courtship has its charms, but is finally dispensable; marriage is not dispensable.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Silly thing, kissing. Licking better.

I love you, Nell, sugar. I love you with no demands. Nothing held back. I love you to the exclusion of all others. I love you now, when you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I loved you when you were a tree. I will love you when you grow gray haired and your leaves are brittle and brown. I want to make love to you. When you happen to be ready. When you know you love me that exact same way.

What was she supposed to do now? Swoon at his feet? Jenny bit back a grin as she wondered what he'd do if she did. If he attempted to catch her, she'd squash him flat.

I've seen it before: a good-looking, middle-aged woman in a dead marriage; they find some young handsome bloke, and it's love's young dream all over again. I think they're trying to recapture their youth, or something. Perhaps they think it's their last chance at romance, or having a last bite of the big, emotional cherry. All I know is, when they get like this, they fall harder than a ton of bricks.

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Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Are you gonna be my date tonight, or what?" A night of good food, jazz music, and the chance to see Tiana again? Naveen gave her his best smile. "What time to do we leave?

She turned her attention to Naveen, her breath catching in her throat. It was hard to believe that, at one time, she'd found him annoying. She would gladly put up with his exasperating habits if it meant they could be together.

His pulse quickened at the thought of accompanying Tiana to a ball, seeing her all dolled up in a beautiful gown. He could see her now! Actually, he could see it. Naveen squinted in confusion. Had he seen her in a ball gown already?

She was struck once again by how different he was from that self-absorbed cad he'd been when she had met him a year earlier. Despite her best efforts not to, she'd fallen in love with him then. It would be so very easy to love this kinder, more considerate Naveen.

her legs around his waist. "Do it." He closed his eyes, losing himself in elation as he entered another universe. Her flesh around him—warm

Ma, se riprendeva a leggere romanzi, sognava di vivere nell'alta società, di essere corteggiata, di essere amata; e quei desideri la struggevano.

Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.

Julieta, la noche no es un momento, pero un momento puede durar toda la noche.

Madrigals" 1 Like concentric ripples over the water, so in my heart your words. Like a bird that strikes against the wind, so on my lips your kisses. Like exposed fountains opposing the evening, so my dark eyes over your flesh. 2 I am caught in your circles, concentric. Like Saturn I wear the rings of my dream. I am not ruined by setting nor do I rise myself.

To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun

Y aunque no me quisieras te querría por tu mirar sombrío como quiere la alondra al nuevo día, sólo por el rocío.

Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero, con la butaca y el libro muerto, por el melancólico pasillo, en el oscuro desván del lirio, en nuestra cama de la luna y en la danza que sueña la tortuga. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Toma este vals de quebrada cintura.

Vamos al rincón oscuro, donde yo siempre te quiera, que no me importe la gente, ni el veneno que nos echa.

I touched her sleeping breasts,and they opened to me suddenlylike spikes of hyacinth.