Quotes About Romance

As we have explained, in first love the soul is taken long before the body; later, the body is taken long before the soul; sometimes the soul is not taken at all.

L'amour est une mer dont le femme est la rive.

To breath the air of Paris preserves the soul.

In the morning I write love letters and in the afternoon I dig graves

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved. Few people dare say nowadays that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet that is the way love begins, and only that way. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than the great shocks that two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

Or, donner la grosse cloche en mariage à Quasimodo, c'était donner Juliette à Roméo.

Il giorno in cui una donna che vi passa davanti sprigiona luce camminando, siete perduto, amate. Non vi rimane da far altro che una cosa: pensare a lei così intensamente da costringerla a pensare a voi.

Love is an old invention but it is one that is always new. Make the most of it.

He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the birds sing, the the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?

They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.

Le propre de l'amour, c'est d'errer.

One kiss, and that was everything.

Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, Lorsque nous etions si jeunes tous deux, Et que nous n'avions au coeur d'autre envie Que d'etre bien mis et d'etre amoureux, Lorsqu'en ajoutant votre age a mon age, Nous ne comptions pas a deux quarante ans, Et que, dans notre humble et petit menage, Tout, meme l'hiver, nous etait printemps?

He fell to the seat, she by his side. There no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the birds sing, the the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?

Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her presence. The best way to look at the soul is through closed eyes.

He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips. I feel her whole soul in it! he exclaimed. The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket.

Marius y Cosette no se hablaban, no se saludaban, no se conocían: se veían y, como los astros en el cielo que están separados por millones de leguas, vivían de mirarse.

Oh, love! That is to be two, and yet one. A man and a woman joined, as into an angel; that is heaven!

Pretty, but badly dressed, breath of an oracle which had passed by her and vanished after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which must afterwards fill the whole life of the woman, coquetry. Love is the other.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest that comes afterward. Nothing is more real than this great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

On a tant abusé du regard dans les romans d'amour qu'on a fini par le déconsidérer. C'est à peine si l'on ose dire maintenant que deux êtres se sont aimés parce qu'ils se sont regardés. C'est pourtant comme cela qu'on s'aime et uniquement comme cela. Le reste n'est que le reste, et vient après. Rien n'est plus réel que ces grandes secousses que deux âmes se donnent en échangeant cette étincelle.

Et puis, tenez, monsieur Marius, je crois que j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterward. Nothing is more real than those great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

The first symptom of true love in man is timidity, in a girl it is boldness.