Quotes About Romance

I should like you to be on the verge of love but not yet quite in it. That's a very nice state of mind, while it lasts. -But of course, I had already dived over that verge and was swimming away in a blue sea of illusion towards, I supposed, the islands of the blest, but really towards domesticity, maternity and the usual lot of womankind.

Nonsense. And don't you go marrying just anybody, for love," she said. "Remember that love cannot last; it never, never does; but if you marry all this it's for your life. One day, don't forget, you'll be middle-aged and think what that must be like for a woman who can't have, say, a pair of diamond earrings. A woman of my age needs diamonds near her face, to give a sparkle.

How lucky I am! I could never have loved anybody else half as much.''I know.''Still, I wish you wouldn't say "I know" like that. You might say that you're lucky too.''I'm awfully nice,' he answered, 'never could you have found anybody as nice as I am.

The young man she had fallen in love with, handsome, gay, intellectual, and domineering, melted away upon closer acquaintance, and proved to have been a chimera, never to have existed outside her imagination. Linda did not commit the usual fault of blaming Tony for what was entirely her own mistake, she merely turned from him in absolute indifference. This was made easier by the fact that she saw so little of him.

Though why would this incredibly sexy, sophisticated man be interested in me? I was the girl-next-door type, a solid B student, and he was the kind of sexy academic who probably dated brilliant supermodels.

When you first fall in love, it's supposed to be awful. Awful, uncertain, scary, wonderful, confusing, all at once. That's how you know it's real. You have to care deeply. Passionately. That hurts.

Bring me the winter king, and I will make you a summer queen.

Oddly enough constantly being on the verge of malnourishment, exhaustion and mortal terror isn't really conductive to romance.

You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.

I'm glad you and Chloe have become friends," in an alarmingly hopeful way that was very clearly only one unfortunate literature assignment away from turning into come live with me and be my love, optionally etched onto metal with little hearts around it.

How did you," he said, pushing himself up on an elbow, indignation finally dawning, and I pushed him back down and kissed him.

We hebben helemaal geen verkering!' Aadhya sloeg theatraal haar ogen ten hemel. 'Terwijl jullie nog maar twee maanden doen wat het ook is dat jullie doen en wat geen verkering mag heten, maar daar in de ogen van alle andere sprekend op lijkt.

a love at once so intimate and so charged; to be once more as teenage girls are when they are in love with each other.

Love, romance, and sex are all emotions capable of driving men to heights of super achievement. Love is the emotion which serves as a safety valve, and insures balance, poise, and constructive effort. When combined, these three emotions may lift one to an altitude of a genius.

It is a very old saying that "a man's wife may either make him or break him," but the reason is not always understood. The "making" and "breaking" is the result of the wife's understanding, or lack of understanding, of the emotions of love, sex, and romance.

The Fist Kiss Came With Flame The first kiss came with flame She gave him a flame wine From her scarlet lips a flame wine The second kiss came with a sea-wish She became the sea to him The pride and anger of the sea she gave him Three times they had kissed A third time deep in her winding sea-velvet She moved in light-shifts of bright sea-velvet for him Again she came with a long kiss of stars She beckoned him to a tall dome of stars

He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if he'd spent the last ten years of his life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of man any girl your age dreams of ...

Women have an infallible instinct for knowing when a man has fallen madly in love with them, especially when the male in question is both a complete dunce and a minor.

I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.

I bent over her and kissed her lips. She embraced me, and we remained like that as the light from the candle sputtered then went out.

He was waiting for me at the best table in the room, toying with a glass of white wine and listening to the pianist who was playing a piece by Granados with velvet fingers.

The business of courtship is like a tango: absurd and pure embellishment.

That afternoon of mist and drizzle, Clara Barcelo stole my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In the haunted shade of the Ateneo, her hands wrote a curse on my skin that was to hound me for years.

Pois bem,esta é uma história de livros. - De livros? - De livros malditos, do homem que os escreveu, de uma personagem que se escapou das páginas de um romance para o queimar,de uma traição e de uma amizade perdida.É uma história de amor,de ódio e dos sonhos que vivem na sombra do vento.