Quotes About Romance

And the film that I've seen a million times is 'When Harry Met Sally' with Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal, and directed by Rob Reiner.

I would have never dreamt in a million years I would go out with a ballroom dancer from Russia, as, when we were younger, we did not even speak the same language.

I'd like to date another millionaire. I've never done that.

There are millions of people who think that romance isn't real writing. But the only person who can make you real, make your books real, is you.

I was never a 'Mills and Boon' kind of a person.

We all have experiences and memories from miniature golf. I had my first kiss at hole nine at Golfland.

Y con ánimo sombrío pensó en que aún estaba muy lejos de llegar a algo con una chica si sólo pretendía idolatrarla y después morir noblemente por ella.

All romances end at marriage.

To be loved to madness--such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days. And she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than for any particular lover.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

He's charmed by her as if she were some fairy! continued Arabella. See how he looks round at her, and lets his eyes rest on her. I am inclined to think that she don't care for him quite so much as he does for her. She's not a particular warm-hearted creature to my thinking, though she cares for him pretty middling much-- as much as she's able to; and he could make her heart ache a bit if he liked to try--which he's too simple to do.

She heard footsteps brushing the grass, and had a consciousnesss that love was encircling her like a perfume.

They were as sublime as the moon and stars above them, and the moon ans stars were as ardent as they.

You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always

If Fancy's lips had been real cherries probably Dick's would have appeared deeply stained.

Theirs was that substantial affection which arises (if any arises at all) when the two who are thrown together begin first by knowing the rougher sides of each other's character, and not the best till further on, the romance growing up in the interstices of a mass of hard prosaic reality.

Ideal conception, necessitated by ignorance of the person so imagined, often results in an incipient love, which otherwise would never have existed.

Women were different from men in such matters. Was it that they were, instead of more sensitive, as reputed, more callous, and less romantic ; or were they more heroic?

The Scotchman seemed hardly the same Farfrae who had danced with her, and walked with her, in a delicate poise between love and friendship - that period in the history of a love when alone it can be said to be unalloyed with pain.

Angel, who was filling the vats with his handful, suddenly ceased, and laid his hands flat upon hers. Her sleeves were rolled far above the elbow, and bending lower he kissed the inside vein of her soft arm.

What then? Joy-jaunts, impassioned flings, Love and its ecstasy, Will always have been great things, great things to me!

Your husband, my dear, is, I make no doubt, having scorching weather all this time. Lord, if he could only see his pretty wife now! Not that this weather hurts your beauty at all—in fact, it rather does it good.

I have danced at your skittish heels, my beautiful Bathsheba, for many a long mile and many a long day.

Tess was the merest stray phenomenon to Angel Clare as yet—a rosy, warming apparition which had only just acquired the attribute of persistence in his consciousness.