Quotes About Romance

Love is a passion that has been much talked of, often described, and little understood

Love is blind, they say. But isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?

I want him to see me as I saw him then. I want him to find me alone at the end of the day with the sun in my hair. I want his heart to buckle, too.

It was all very unmaidenly, of course; but maidenly is a word love and life and desire may crowd from the page.

Andrew watched her out of the room as if he could hardly bear to see her go. "What a fool I've been," he said, for the fiftieth time. "They say we're all fools in love," said Miss Deane to me later. "What do you mean?" "Andrew Ross and Mrs O'Day – I wouldn't be surprised if they make a match of it one day.

Whenever I want a really nice meal, I start dating again.

Love at first sight. Needed glasses.

she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes, his hunter's gaze shuttered now that he was lounging relaxed in his chair, his brandy glass resting on his chest. His legs were stretched out before him…

When lovers play for kingdoms desire is not enough.

The man was committing all sorts of crimes here. Thievery of her heart. Kidnapping of her common sense, and maybe even first-degree murder of her righteous anger.

But a guy didn't have to be a charmer with the right girl. No, the right girl made him say the right things, feel like he could stand on top of the world. The right girl laughed at his jokes and met his eyes with a smile that said he could do no wrong.

Don't fall in love with a spy.

Katie leaned forward conspiratorially. "Oh, sweetie, I just said that because Alice is an old bag. You go after Devon. The man is fine. I don't blame you for changing your look for a shot at that. When the pool about you two gets going at Petie's Pub, I'm putting my money on you.

I would have fallen in love with you anywhere.

What the hell do you wear to dinner with the man that you are LITERALLY in love with?!

Finally, when she was shaking so much that he staggered with the violence of her pleasure, he drove her back against the wall and took her as she stood, careless of the clothes that bunched between them, oblivious to everything but the primitive, driving force that had conquered him far more devastatingly than he had conquered her.

Slowly he raised his gaze to meet hers. "you mean...." "I mean i love you too Alex." Maggie sighed.

Rather than sweeping romantic gestures or grand overtures, it is these tiny courtesies that create the foundation for the love we seek. If they are missing, the foundation will weaken over time.

If I had the wings of a swan, over these stony hills I would fly. I would fly to the arms of my true love, and there I'd be happy to die.

The issue of fortuitous encounters brings us to an interesting double standard here. We may recoil in horror at the thought of haphazard chance determining our future life partner, but label that chance `destiny` and we're entranced by the prospect. On one hand we feel the need to be in control of our romantic choices; on the other hand the thought of losing control can be hugely seductive.

Her lips taste like mint from toothpaste or gum, or sometimes like cherries or grapes from her lip gloss. She's soft when I hold her, with curves where my hands rest, and when I touch her I think stupid caveman things like, mine and totally mine —oh yeah, and all mine .

What's difficult to understand about German opera? It's always the same. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love, girl gets devoured by horrible winged creature with claws.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

It upsets her that I do not have a boyfriend. She claims to understand why she does not have one, but she thinks it is preposterous that I don't. Both my clothes and my solitary life being instances of my unwillingness to seek romance.