Quotes About Romance

Young men make great mistakes in life; for one thing, they idealize love too much.

I believe that the way to a man's heart is not through his stomach. It's a little further south.

Men chase by night those they will not greet by day.

I married the man of my dreams in 1998.

Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.

The difference between two men is usually a woman.

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

The anger of lovers renews their love.

How could someone so cool, so different be such a cliche when it came to love?

I knew that love would not turn the silver devil into an angel. He would remain what he was--subtle yet childish, unfeeling yet passionate, lost irretrievably to everything but his own desire. But he loved me--and I loved him, now and forever.

Between the sheets he is a monarch, a very god.

Then, with sensation of plunging into an unknown sea, I moved to lay my lips on his, unurged, uninvited, kissing him for the first time entirely of my own will.

Domenico's lashes drooped, veiling his eyes.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

Princess," he whispered against her ear. "My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.

You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be…

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. "I thought I'd die for wanting you.

You care enough to play hard to get.

Stand and yield," she called out, her voice far steadier than her hands. "For I cannot allow you to pass." Bannor's crooked grin was somehow more intimidating than a snarl. 'Twould have been far easier to despise him if he'd been cursed with horns and a tail instead of twinkling blue eyes and a dimple in his jaw. "What would you have me yield, my lady? My sword or my heart?" -willow&bannor-

The romantic love story is a paradoxical fusion of two extraordinarily potent messages. The first is that love, deep connection, is the most important, indeed the only truly important matter in the world. And the second is that true love cannot exist in this world.

The romantic vision promises 'shadowless' relationships, but it is precisely by wrestling with the relationship's shadow, with disillusionment, that deep intimacy is sustained.

Courtship? Had I said courtship ? What did I think, that this was Jane freakin' Eyre?

Under every full moon are lovers in love, and under every bright sun two friends smile as one.