Quotes About Romance

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How sweet I roam'd from field to field,And tasted all the summer's pride,Till I the prince of love beheld,Who in the sunny beams did glide!

To every sweetheart he (Casanova) gave himself exclusively; he had so many selves.

Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everything that's lovely isBut a brief, dreamy kind delight.

What were all the world's alarmsTo mighty Paris when he foundSleep upon a golden bedThat first dawn in Helen's arms?

Unwearied still, lover by lover,They paddle in the coldCompanionable streams or climb the air;Their hearts have not grown old.

I had wild Jack for a lover.

Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

Love comes in at the eye.

The whole scene so reeked of penny romance that it bordered on the ludicrous . . . It was all really happening, but more like fiction come to life, a Waverly novel gone mad. Years later, Mark Twain would only half in jest propose that the American Civil War was to be blamed on Sir Walter Scott, that the people of the South had somehow persuaded themselves that the mythical era of gallant knights and fair damsels of Ivanhoe had come to life in Dixie.

Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.

but for the Girl Writing A Letter these things don't matter, she's got a beer in her free hand, she's on the road, she's real and she's in love.

Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.

Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

Courtship to marriage is as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

Cupid, you see, was a more dangerous archer than even mighty Apollo, for, although Apollo's arrows could drain one's life blood in an instant, a wound from Cupid's arrows would cause one to fall deeply in love

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

When I was your age these warm nights you couldn't of held me down with a log chain. I'd do anything. I'd wake up in Alaska hung over with my beard froze to the ground. I'd hang around and pick me up one of them young girls that wanders around. Take her down by the tie yard and throw a tool to her.

There can be no passion, and by consequence no love, where there is not imagination.

True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.

Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.

There have been five great kisses since 1642 B.C...(before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy.... Well, this one left them all behind.

Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?