Quotes About Romance

I had an instinct to take my husband's name when I got married. It felt like a romantic statement of pride, love, and permanence and of doing what's always been done in my family.

Being in the public eye, I struggle to create and maintain romantic relationships. I am constantly faced with assumptions about who my significant other is, and it seems that there is always some speculation about my relationship status.

Love triangles very rarely stay quiet for very long.

If I'd stayed at home I'd have married as a virgin. But, in the heady post-war years, I fell in love all the time.

I would say one of the most romantic things I've done is I've taken a girlfriend back to her hometown when she hadn't been back for years. It was in Puerto Rico, and we stayed there for about a week and a half. She showed me the different places she grew up around.

I was in a steak house once, and someone proposed. I was so embarrassed. The woman started crying, and I thought, 'She was just proposed to in a steak house - I'd be crying, too.'

Gone are the days when a gentleman lightly took your hand in his and brushed his lips across it, or tipped his hat to acknowledge you as he chivalrously stepped aside to let you pass.

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom moveThe bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. Circumspection and devotion are a contradiction in terms.

When I set out for Lyonnesse,A hundred miles away,The rime was on the spray,And starlight lit my lonesomeness.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

Dr. Fell, do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman, from a single encounter? Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?

She smiles at the feast where gay nobles are met, But she thinks of the knight she was told to forget.

I hate the noon--give me the moon, And dewy nights in May or June.

Give me romance, and I'll dispense With the rodomontade of common sense.

Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

I love thee — I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.

I'm a really huge fan of the old romantic comedies from the '30s and '40s... Huge fan. I love all that stuff.

We all have romantic nature of one kind or another buried somewhere in our hearts.

Love in my bosom like a beeDoth suck his sweet.

They understood that the meaning of life is connected, inextricably, to the meaning of death; that mourning is a romance in reverse, and if you love, you grieve and there are no exceptions-- only those who do it well and those who don't. And if death is regarded as an embarrassment or an inconvenience, if the dead are regarded as a nuisance from whom we seek a hurried riddance, then life and the living are in for like treatment.

I think maybe Gladstone had it right. I think my father did. They understood that the meaning of life is connected, inextricably, to the meaning of death; that mourning is a romance in reverse, and if you love, you grieve and there are no exceptions---only those who do it well and those who don't.

The slowest kiss makes too much haste.

The light that liesIn woman's eyes,Has been my heart's undoing.