Quotes About Romance

Love is not a feeling to pass away Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day....... Love is not a passion of earthly mould As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold

Never sign a valentine with your own name.

The two things, love and snow, that make the world look fresh again

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.

I just don't know how to write a love letter. What can you say to a girl that shows you really like her?" "How about, enclosed please find a cookie?

It would not be wicked to love me." "It would to obey you.

I'm a huge, huge believer in love. Huge!

Don't you get it? It's the end of the world! That's exactly when you fall in love. When else?

I love Tom Cruise. When Penelope Cruz is through with him, I'm next.

I'm married to the person I fell in love with.

The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably.

If it is the case that love does survive death, then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Happily ever after or not.

I'm in love. So kill me.

Any story is better with a little love in it, right?

A Love like this happens but once in a lifetime

Please accept this humble fax. My love for you is without wax.

Longer is not my best song, it's just a classic love song, and every songwriter always dreams of writing a classic love song.

The problem with being passionately in love ... is that it deprives you of too much sleep.

When I have a really hot date at a show, I definitely make it a point to use her name. The girls really love that.

When someone's running late through an airport, I hope they miss their flight so they can meet the love of their life at the duty free shop.

Love was in the air, so both of us walked through love on our way to the corner.

Love meant something to her, she dreamt of it, thought of it, wrote of it. It was the one thing in life that had eluded her completely.

No, Mary had no illusions about romance. Falling in love was a pretty name for it, that was all.