Quotes About Romance

Macht die Liebe einen zum Idioten, oder gibt es nur Idioten, die sich verlieben?

Allora non si parlava di Internet, e-mail, Skype o sms. Allora le lettere d'amore partite dalla Francia impiegavano dieci giorni ad arrivare in Califonria. Allora, quando si scriveva «Ti amo», bisognava attendere la risposta tre settimane. E attendere tre settimane la risposta a un «Ti amo» era assolutamente disumano, per un ventenne.

Y ahí estaba Edith, dorada y radiante como el sol. Romeo había dicho lo mismo de Julieta; ese amor había tenido un destino funesto, pero para ellos…

No puedo dejarte, Edith. De hecho, me descubro pensando en ti en los momentos más inoportunos del día. Siento que un vínculo, un lazo existe entre tu corazón y el mío. Si ese lazo se rompe debido a la distancia o el tiempo… temo que mi corazón deje de latir y muera. Y pronto me olvidarías. Edith recuperó el aliento para hablar. —Nunca, nunca te olvidaría.

He's washin' dishes and baby clothes,He's so ambitious he even sews.But don't forget, folks,That's what you get, folks,For makin' whoopee!

Alangkah misteriusnya hidup. Dan lebih misterius lagi cinta.

The dark comedies tend to be in a non-releasable area. There can be romantic comedies. There can be dramas. But there's no 'dark comedy' inbox for the advertising.

Se a cullare le azzurre campanule del tuo balcone credi che sospirando passi il vento mormoratore sappi che, occulto fra le verdi foglie, sono io respirare. Se mentre risuona confuso alle tue spalle vago rumore, credi che per nome ti abbia chiamato lontana voce, sappi che, fra le ombre che ti cercano, sono io a chiamare. Se a notte fonda si turba timoroso il tuo cuore mentre senti sulle labbra un alito ardente, sappi che, sebbene invisibile, accanto a te sono io a respirare.

Por una mirada un mundo; por una sonrisa, un cielo; por un beso…¡yo no sé qué te diera por un beso!

El alma que hablar puede con los ojos también puede besar con la mirada.

El amor...! El amor es un rayo de luna

Amar! Había nacido para soñar el amor, no para sentirlo".

Qué es poesía? --dices mientras clavas en mi pupila tu pupila azul. ¿Qué es poesía? ¿Y tú me lo preguntas? Poesía... eres tú.

The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.

A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.

The German starts by claiming: 'German is off course ze best language. It is ze language off logik and philosophy, and can commuicate viz great clarity and precision even ze most complex ideas.' 'Boeff,' shrugs the Frenchman, 'but French, French, it ees ze language of lurve! In French, we can convey all ze subtletees of romance weez elegance and flair.

Even the birds above the lake Are singing of my love, And even the flowers along the shore Are growing for her sake. All the vines are ripening And the trees come into bud, For my love's footsteps passing by Are summoning the spring. Rian's stars in the night Shine more brightly over her, The god's moon and the goddess's Guard her with their light. Even the birds above the lake Are singing of my love, And even the flowers along the shore Are growing for her sake

I don't believe this nonsense about the impossibility of falling in love but once; a woman can fall in love a dozen times, but it's always with the same man.

it's so easy to be a fool when one falls in love.

To fall in love in New York is to walk,

be a person who loves books is to be half in love with the idea of New York. After

While an Edwardian dandy might have wooed his dimpled darling with lovey-dovey terms of endearment, a modern Romeo might use a more contemporary line in flattery: 'Bae, you is one cool, sick, mean bitch.

A kiss on the beach when there is a full moon is the closest thing to heaven.

If you kiss someone on the back of the neck, it spreads.