Quotes About Romance

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.

Prometheus-like from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.

So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright.

You're an actor, are you? Well, all that means is: you are irresponsible, irrational, romantic, and incapable of handling an adult emotion or a universal concept without first reducing it to something personal, material, sensational - and probably sexual!

We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.

He flies through the air with the greatest of ease,This daring young man on the flying trapeze;His figure is handsome, all girls he can please,And my love he purloined her away!

I love you I know

If anything she was a shade too plump, but she knew the ninety-seven ways of making love that the Hindus are supposed to set much store by?though mind you, it is all nonsense, for the seventy-fourth position turns out to be the same as the seventy-third, but with your fingers crossed.

The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

Kissing don't last: cookery do !

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

Cover me with kisses and lies

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman."I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?" A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.

Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.

I loved a maid fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

Only you could have won me away from the sea. I came back from the ends of the earth for you.

You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.