Quotes About Romance

But there's nothing half so sweet in lifeAs love's young dream.

There's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

He would praise her beyond the moon and stars, and that so sweetly and ravishingly, as I persuade myself he was more in love with his own curious forming fancy than her face; and truth is, many become passionate lovers only to win praise to their wits.

Let those love now who never loved before;Let those who always loved, now love the more.

We have to imagine and create, we have to fantasize, or there's nothing. Passion, desire, romance-those things don't exist unless we make them happen

There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.

that many people would never have fallen in love if they had not heard about it.

many people would never have fallen in love if they had not heard about it.

While we are in love with a person our knowledge of his weaknesses lies lurking in the back of our minds and our idealization of the loved one is not so much an exaggeration of his excellence as a careful "rationalization" of his defects.

Maybe, in the end, that's all that love was—doing the hard thing. Not roses and valentines and walks on the beach, but simply being present, day after ordinary day. The extraordinary romanticism of ordinary life.

Maybe, in the end, that's all that love was—doing the hard thing. Not roses and valentines and walks on the beach, but simply being present, day after ordinary day. The extraordinary romanticism of ordinary life. But

The absence of romance in my history will, I fear, detract somewhat from its interest, but if it is judged worthy by those inquirers who desire an exact knowledge of the past as an aid to the understanding of the future, which in the course of human things must resemble if it does not reflect it, I shall be content. In fine I have written my work not as an essay with which to win the applause of the moment but as a possession for all time.

I idealize you in fiction because I idealized you in real life," he continued.

I've always loved you," he whispered. "What a coincidence," she whispered back. "I've always loved you, too.

I want to be the thought that lulls you to sleep. The memory that gets you off.

You don't date, Mommy. What even is your type, the Invisible Man?

Over the years, during lazy daydreams, she'd sometimes allowed herself to fantasize about running into him. But in her thoughts, they'd still been kids. She couldn't imagine them relating to each other as adults. Whatever Shane sparked in her, she'd thought she'd outgrown. But they weren't who they used to be. They were better.

Before Jenna could think, Eric flipped her on her back, hooked his arms behind her

He pinned her against the chaise, tonguing her mouth with such sensuous rawness, it was like he was inside of her—and it was so achingly good that she forgot where she was, hiking her leg up around his waist, the hem of

He buried his tongue inside her, massaging her clit with his thumb—and that's when Jenna began to fall apart, shuddering uncontrollably, moaning his name. Only then did he cover her with his strong body, kiss her devouringly, and sink inside her. Eric knew she wanted it fast, but he fucked her slow—as slow and deep as he was kissing her—and his measured intensity knocked Jenna into a thundering

I'd be a sucker for a guy who wrote me a song," I said. "Like Beth or Rosanna or Sara. Or Sharona. Is that too much to ask? To be somebody's Sharona?

Dear Trixie, Will you come to Memphis with me? A) Yes B) No C) I'd go anywhere with you because you fuck like a goddamn fire hose. D) You're an asshole and I never want to see you again. Circle ONLY ONE and give it back to me when you're done eating. Love, J

I told her she was brave and she said, "I'm not brave, I'm in love." Ha. Same goddamn thing.

I'd never been on the beach at that hour; it was mystical, deserted. The sky was perfectly clear and the moon was a spotlight illuminated just for us, lighting up the water, turning it into a giant sheet of glass. The tide was calm; it flowed in and out in a slow rhythm, like lovers.