Quotes About Romance

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well. When they mailed the letter, they wrote a name, a street, a city, and a country and they melted wax and sealed the envelope with a signet ring.

That's the way it worked between the two of them. Long periods of absence—then crazy, intense romance. I do believe she and Frankie belonged together, even if they rarely stayed together. It was as if they had a secret they were bound to, which made them joyful most of the time and insane the rest.

He was a man who discovered love through his penis.

They finished their coffees. Nadia asked if Saeed had been to the deserts of Chile an seen the stars an was it all he had imagined it would be. He nodded and said if she had an evening free he would take her, it was a sight worth seeing in this lie, and she shut her eyes and said she would like that very much, and they rose and embraced and parted and did not know, then, if that evening would ever come.

Soon a rhythm was established, and it was thereafter rare that more than a few waking hours would pass without contact between them, and they found themselves in those early days of their romance growing hungry, touching each other, but without bodily adjacency, without release. They had begun, each of them, to be penetrated, but they had not yet kissed.

Avevano cominciato, entrambi, a essere penetrati, ma non si erano ancora dati un bacio.

for the pair themselves their closeness carried both a spark of the exotic and the comfort of familiarity, as many couplings do, when they first begin.

And even if you hate her, can't stand her, even if she's ruining your life, there's something about her, some romance, some power. She's absolutely herself. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get to her. And when she dies, the world will be flat, too simple, reasonable, fair.

Carrie would always have him anyway, he thought, the way she had him now. Spring smells of dirt and rainwater rose from the ground. Love was a mixed business. As in building, he couldn't afford the refinement he desired. He needed too much. Carrie had been his great romance. He hadn't been hers. With Susan it wasn't romance, exactly. It was home.

TONY: You know what you're saying, don't you? ALICE: What? TONY: That you'd rather spend the summer with me than with anybody else. ALICE: Was I? TONY: Well, if it's true about the summer, how would you feel about — the winter? ALICE: Yes, I'd — like that too. TONY (tremulous): Then there's spring and autumn. If you could — see your way clear about those, Miss Sycamore? ALICE: I might. TONY: I guess that's the whole year. We haven't forgotten anything, have we?

She kissed Beckett, and Han was torn between wanting to look away to give them privacy, and wanting to look and see what love was like when you were allowed to have it.

What need have I for a palace? Rather to lie with you where the weeds grow thick.

How do you know when you're in love?' she said. 'The traffic improves and the cost of living seems very low.

But poetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for!

He groped for and cupped her hot little slew from behind, then frantically scrambled into a boy's sandcastle- molding position; but she turned over, naively ready to embrace him the way Juliet is recommended to receive her Romeo.

Their first free and frantic caresses had been preceded by a brief period of strange craftiness, of cringing stealth.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?" "Once." He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. "I married her.

Couples who are in love want to gaze into each other's eyes. Prolonged eye contact is one of the most powerful nonverbal ways we communicate interest in others. So

Although passionate, she required a more complex wooing. The groom's taste ran to more easily available conquests. (Or, as a future scholar would tactfully put it, "Henry needed much affection, openly expressed.")

Women are divided into two categories: those who can deal with the men they are in love with, and those who cannot. Sophia was one of those who can.

it is quite funny really when you think that probably I would have married him if he'd been at all clever about it. But instead of putting it to me as a sensible business proposition he would drag in all this talk about love the whole time, and I simply can't bear those showerings of sentimentality. Otherwise I should most likely have married him ages ago.

Love indeed - whoever invented love ought to be shot.

She...ran away so often, and with so many different people, that she became known to her family and friends as the Bolter....

To make matters worse, Linda, it appears, is madly in love with a monster of a Scotsman, who came to dinner last night in his kilt. Those hairy old knees decided us. The Mountains I can bear, said Loudie. Natives in the semi-nude at dinner time is another matter. I leave tomorrow.