Quotes About Romance

O no. You should lift Marian! Such a lump. You are like an undulating billow warmed by the sun. And all this fluff of muslin about you is the froth.

her mouth he had seen nothing to equal on the face of the earth. To a young man with the least fire in him that little upward lift in the middle of her red top lip was distracting, infatuating, maddening. He had never before seen a woman's lips and teeth which forced upon his mind with such persistent iteration the old Elizabethan simile of roses filled with snow.

He admired her so much that he used to light the candle three times a night to look at her.

If men only knew the staleness of the freshest of us! that nine times out of ten the first love they think they are winning from a woman is but the hulk of an old wrecked affection, fitted with new sails and re-used.

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

Bathsheba, he said tenderly and in surprise, and coming closer: if I only knew one thing- you would allow me to love you and win you. and marry you after all-- if I only knew that.! But you never will know, she murmured. Why? Because you never ask. Oh-Oh! said Gabriel, with a low laugh of joyousness. My own dear-

But loving is not done by months, or method, or rule, or nobody would ever have invented such a phrase as falling in love.

Let me look right into your moonlit face, and dwell on every line and curve in it!

Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no – they were not perfect. and it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.

Dick wondered how it was that when people were married they could be so blind to romance; and was quite certain that if he ever took to wife that dear impossible Fancy, he and she would never be so dreadfully practical and undemonstrative of the Passion as his father and mother were. The most extraordinary thing was, that all the fathers and mothers he knew were just as undemonstrative as his own.

It was a fatal omission of Boldwood's that he had never once told her she was beautiful. CHAPTER XXV

Láska, tÃ…â"¢ebaže znamená zvýÅ¡ené city, znamená i sníženou rozumovou schopnost.

Il cuore di un amante è paragonabile alle ere geologiche della terra, come ci è stato talvolta descritto dal nostro illustre Presidente; un carbone prima ardente, poi caldo, poi una cenere tiepida, poi fredda.

Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no – they were not perfect. and it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity." Tess of the d'Urbervilles

He looked up and saw her and his breath stopped in his throat. His hands stopped too, still spread above the keyboard. Harpsichord notes do not carry, and in the sudden quiet of the drawing room they both heard him take his next breath.

He came back to the car, long legs lifting high in the snow, and there was snow in his hair and on his eyelashes and I remembered that I love him. It felt like something breaking with a little pain and spilling warm.

He snapped some icicles off a branch to make me a martini. He came back to the car, long legs lifting high in the snow, and there was snow in his hair and on his eyelashes and I remembered that I love him. It felt like something breaking with a little pain and spilling warm. I hope the parka

the man to love rarely coincides with the hour of loving.

He had some taste for romance reading before he went to the university, where, we must confess, in justice to his college, he was cured of the love of reading in all its shapes; and the cure would have been radical, if disappointment in love, and total solitude, had not conspired to bring on a relapse.

Like any lover, he desired to please; suffered agonies at the thought of failure.

Samo ?ovjek koji se baš nimalo ne razumije u ljubavne stvari mogao bi pomisliti da su takve dvojbe nauštrb ljubavi. Dapa?e, one su joj pravi za?in. Tek one daju ljubavi žalac strasti tako da bi se strast mogla jednostavno definirati kao ljubav koja sumnja.

Entangled and besotted as he was, he no longer wished for anything else than to pursue the beloved object that inflamed him, to dream about him when he was absent and to speak amorous phrases, after the manner of lovers, to his mere shadow.

A felicidade é amar e talvez colher pequenas aproximações ilusórias da pessoa amada.

Just don't tell me you're in love, OK? Sister, I ain't even in line.