Quotes About Romance

Love is born among groves and singing-birds.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

I told him, 'You can start in the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the right, and then you can go back to the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the left. You can just kiss my big ass.

Flowers for me are just things to give to a beatiful woman.

Un hombre de negocios se enamora de la prostituta a la que contrata para que le acompañe un fin de semana: Pretty Woman.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir.

about a book lent by a crush] Last night I read into the wee small hours. Fell asleep with my face in the book, my nose pressed up against the print. Could smell Sean on the pages, the lingering odours from his sportsbag. Man scent, liniment, damp earth.

People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy.

They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh. But everytime she laughs I'm the one who falls in love

Look for me darling, Friday night.

A passion, an obsession, a romance, a nice acquaintanceship with trees, sand, and water.

I'm getting a lot of uninteresting romantic lead guys that look good and fall in love sort of garbage.

Times were changing. Clothes were changing. Morals were changing. We went from romantic loves songs like I used to do to rock 'n roll. Now that has changed to rap. So, there's always a new generation with new music.

Fiammetta, whose wavy tresses fell in a flood of gold over her white and delicate shoulders

Przez rok cierpia?em na jak?? chorob? mózgow?, a zdawa?o mi si?, ?e jestem zakochany.

I...I loved him very much , and think that he too loved me - a little, when he looked back. But he was a poor officer and I, unfortunately, was a rich heiress and related to two generals. So they seperated us.

If I acted the way I feel inside, I'd pounce on him and kiss him so hard and so long I'd be arrested for assault.

There is anyway a kind of off-color romance to a deserted seaside town in the winter, your heart's opera scored by the sound of the tide crashing over a stony beach, shushing everything as the waves try to make up their mind whether they're leaving or staying. White waves kissing black stones, shushing all around them. Shhh … shhh.

Both middle-aged people and young people enjoy a play about young lovers; but only middle-aged people will tolerate a play about middle-aged lovers; young people will not come to see such a play, because, for them, middle-aged lovers are a joke—not a very funny one.

It was long ago in the days when men sighed when they fell in love; when people danced by candle and lamp, and did dance, too, instead of solemnly gliding about; in that mellow time so long ago, when the young were romantic and summer was roses and wine, old Carewe brought his lovely daughter home from the convent to wreck the hearts of the youth of Rouen.

But what are pity, conscience, or fearTo the brazen pair, comparedWith the living sorceryOf their hot embraces?

To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

It is becoming quite irksome, this stubbornness of hers about marrying. Suitors do appear occasionally, men eager to marry her, but she will have nothing to do with any of them. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she picked the worst of the lot in the end; as an old Thai saying goes, she who has one chance to walk the length of the garden in search of the perfect rose may have to pick in haste from the last bush.