Quotes About Romance

Love, bumping his head blindly against all the obstacles of civilization.

The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.

Baby fall into my kiss It should just happen like this... ....drink up this love....

Romance like a ghost escapes touching it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescent's dream.

Lynet scowled. "I'm just so tired of young knights wearing their father's armor and dreaming romantic dreams riding up to their death.

But you, Lynet, you deserve something better." Lynet leaned forward, looking into Gaheris's eyes. "I've found something better," she murmured, and then she kissed him.

She was loved by a man as a woman is meant to be loved.

I lifted the latch, and there he stood, dark and tall, the scholar's gown falling from his shoulders like the cloak of the Black Knight in the old tale. His arms were laden with boughs of apple blossom. He lifted a branch, high over my head, and shook it, so that the petals showered me, releasing a heady scent that promised spring.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

It was thy kiss, Love, that made me immortal.

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score; Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more; A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on, To make that thousand up a million; Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to lovel

I wanted to marry her when I saw the moonlight shining on the barrel of her father's shotgun.

The groom is so much better for her than her last boyfriend. He's sophisticated, he brings her flowers and candy, he dines by candlelight. Her last boyfriend thought it was enough to spray her name on a fence.

The desire of a man for a woman is not directed at her because she is a human being, but because she is a woman. That she is a human being is of no concern to him.

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat.

A book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.