Quotes About Romance

I hurl my heart to halt his pace. --from Pursuit, written 1956

I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover.

And I think as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault

Allí iba yo otra vez, dispuesta a fabricarme una radiante imagen del hombre que me amaría apasionadamente desde el primer instante en el que me viera.

It was only after seeing Irwin's study that I decided to seduce him.

Facevo collezione di uomini con nomi interessanti.

Now I know what the girl meant in Celia Amberley when she said: If he will kiss me, everything will be all right; I'll be pretty again.

Especially after I read Pete DeVries recent scintillant "Afternoon of a Faun." There are ways and ways to have a love affair. Above all, one must not be serious about it.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

Oh, please, Barrick, sweet angry Barrick, don't fall in love with Death.

And what about lovers, like in the stories? Do they get married?" "Oh, yes. And sometimes they stay in love, but sometimes they don't. I would say it's one of the more untrustworthy reasons for marriage.

She would have kissed him, if she kissed stupid men.

Sadly for my wedding plans, I learned that Nestor is a bardash. I envy the men who enjoy his favors. He has always treated me with friendship which I now value more than my old romantic feelings.

rosto cupped laddybuck in one hand and grabed the back of my neck with the other pulling me in and kissing me right on the mouth. i should have punched him but his lips were soft and sweet. i will punch him next time. -beka after she realizes that rosto the piper is the new rouge

We build up pretty pictures of men, when we want to be in love. We hate to have them ruined.

Oscar) Wilde is surely one of the most erotic writers who ever lived.

An admirer of female beauty, if not essentially snared by it, he feasted briefly on two smouldering blue coals of eyes, fringed by coal-black lashes. Romulan's eyes, for that matter, and also for that matter, fixed upon Romulan.

Cornelia sank in romance until it reached her chin. All but her sense was submerged.

It was, for sure, the fault of those two gallants who had come up onto the balcony. One was an absolute Satan in his mask (though a fine figure on him), the other, unmasked and marvelous as a young knight in a stained glass window, stone-white and apparently dead, yet fit for an empress to lay hands on. Moved herself, Cornelia could see the effect this spectacle would have on the impressionable and sheltered virgin. Beg to Jesus to put such stirrings out of little Iuletta's breast.

When will you wed, Mercurio?" "Oh, I'd wed Mercurio tomorrow, but he will not have me.

He should probably make love to her.

You stole my heart, Regan,he told her. And I don't particularly want it back.