Quotes About Romance

In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head.

My heart quotes your love for me, not in words but in heartbeats.

Candle light, moon light, star light, The brightest glow is from love light.

She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.

Passion spins around love and I am dizzy around you always.

This wasn't just a film trip, it was also our honeymoon. Steve would sometimes escape the camera crew and take us up a tributary to be alone. We watched the fireflies come out. I'd never seen fireflies in Oregon. The magical little insects glowed everywhere, in the bushes and in the air. The darker it got, the brighter their blue lights burned on and off. I had arrived in a fairyland.

The most feasible way of getting a woman to go to bed with you was to marry her.

First loves seldom end up being last loves,

I wanted happiness that wasn't innocence. I wanted romance that wasn't tragedy.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

I'd rather be romantic than jaded. At least I've had a love life. Even if the romance does seem unreal sometimes, in retrospect. All that hard work of falling into love and falling out of it again. None of it leaves any trace, not visibly.

Yes, I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart.

Whatever may have been said of the satiety of pleasure and of the disgust which usually follows passion, any man who has anything of a heart and who is not wretchedly and hopelessly blasé feels his love increased by his happiness, and very often the best way to retain a lover ready to leave is to give one's self up to him without reserve.

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage...

If thou wilt be mine, I shall make thee happier than God Himself in His paradise. The angels themselves will be jealous of thee. Tear off that funeral shroud in which thou about to wrap thyself. I am Beauty, I am Youth, I am Life. Come to me! Together we shall be Love.

Angels' kisses must be like this; true paradise is not in heaven but on the lips of one's beloved.

Tear up that funeral shroud—you are going to smother yourself in it. I am beauty, I am youth, I am life—come to me, and together we will be Love itself....Our life together will flow by like a dream, and it will be as one perpetual kiss.

Her eyes were a poem; their every glance was a song.

Ochii ei erau cu adev?rat poem iar privirile alc?tuiau fiecare un cântec.

Love is old, Love is new, Love is all, Love is you.

I'm gonna love you till the heavens start to rain. Now, I'm gonna love you till the stars fall from the sky, for you and I.

Even today [in the narrator's time], an ancient lime tree can be seen here at the edge of the river valley; in spite of its completely hollow trunk its huge crown still sways in the wind. Here at that time the handsome couple would often be seen standing by it, hand in hand, looking out over the wide river valley while the summer wind blew through their blond hair, and in the evenings too when the cry of the wild swans could be heard as they flew down onto the water in the starlight.

Wenn man zwei Stunden verlobt ist, ist man immer ganz glücklich. Wenigstens denk ich es mir so. " "Und ist es dir denn gar nicht, ja, wie sag ich nur, ein bisschen genant? " "Ja, ein bisschen genant ist es mir, aber doch nicht sehr.