Quotes About Romance

I will always kiss you like it is our first and last kiss. Always.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

I want to have a romance so grand, it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

They never say this, but it's true, it was raining the first time I saw you.

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

I'm a wanderessI'm a one night standDon't belong to no cityDon't belong to no man(Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne's quote from his novel "The Wanderess".)

I have heard queens' swans, moved a man to cry, heard Bach played in the Metro on guitars.I have made love in Paris. Let me die.

The breath of Paris pushes at my shutters.From the Balcony

Third party politics, at least since La Follette, has always had an element of romance.

During the 'ballad' years for me, the politics was latent; I was just falling in love with the ballads and my boyfriend. And there was the beauty of the songs.

I am in love and out of it I will not go.

You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

When two people fall in love, past and future disappear.

Speed of love is measured in blushes per hour.

Lovers tend to be philosophical, achievers are practical.

Kiss till you can't kiss any more, kiss on the street in front of everyone, kiss as if each one were the last.

The moon, right now, is even bigger than my love for it.

Falling in love is a kind of wonder.

The pursuit of love is passionate life.

Everything a human being wants can be divided into four components: love, adventure, power and fame.

Romantic love is painful.

el afecto es el entorno del matrimonio, el sexo es el suceso especial.

Return enraptur'd Hours, When Delia's heart was mine; When she, with wreaths of flowers, My Temples wou'd entwine. When Jealousy nor care Corroded in my Breast, But Visions, light as Air, Presided o'er my Rest— Now Nightly round my Bed No airy Visions play; No Flowers crown my Head Each Vernal Holyday? For far from those sad Plains My Lovely Delia flies, And rack'd with Jealous Pains, Her wretched Lover dies.34

Some doctors explain love at first sight as arising not from what you see but from what you smell.