Quotes About Romance

the things that made me most myself were a romantic turnoff, that no one would simultaneously value my intellect and find me attractive; I had wanted so badly to be wrong, and I'd struggled to find evidence that I was.

To be with him in this way was an almost intolerable ecstasy.

I don't get why you'd write scripts for romantic comedies if you think romance is cheesy nonsense." "That's just it, though," I said. "I don't write from a point of clarity. I write out of confusion.

Because hot eventually gets boring, but funny never does.

But still, Liz was unwilling to grant them access to her new and wondrous romance; she loved Darcy too much to prove her love to anyone except him.

I take it you don't believe in love at first sight.' 'Does anyone over the age of thirteen? Do you?' 'I don't, no,' Darcy said. 'But I don't rule out for others what I haven't experienced first hand.

All she knew was that his smile lit up the morning as the rising sun does. For a moment, looking at his face, it was as if her ribs were empty, hollow, as if the world had stopped forever while she looked into his eyes as blue as the bellflowers that grew wild across the meadows. For a moment, just until her beating heart had returned to her chest, Birle had thought she understood everything about herself she had never understood before.

John Thomas says good-night to Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart.

And they tramped off to the forests with sturdy youths bearing guitars, twang-twang!

Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it's always daisy-time.

Why don't we stay in love that way all our lives? Why do we turn into corpses with consciousness?

I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

In ziua de azi nimeni nu iubeste pe nimeni. Toata lumea e prea ocupata sa fie indragostita.

It was as if she could scarcely stand the shock of physical love, even a passionate kiss, and then he was too shrinking and sensitive to give it.

She saw him slender and firm, as if the setting sun had given him to her. A deep pain took hold of her, and she knew she must love him.

Yes, I feel something is wrong between men and women. A woman has no glamour for a man any more.' `Has a man for a woman?' She pondered the other side of the question. `Not much,' she said truthfully.

Oh, I've no patience with these romances. They're the ruin of all order. It's a thousand pities they ever happened

Paul was treated to dazzling descriptions of all kinds of flower-like ladies, most of whom lived like cut blooms in William's heart, for a brief fortnight.

He brought her forgetmenots. And again his heart hurt with love, seeing her hand, used with work, holding the little bunch of flowers he gave her. She was perfectly happy.

Far be it from me to suggest that all women should go running after gamekeepers for lovers.

And do you care for me?" He kissed her without answering. "Tha mun goo, let me dust thee," he said. His hand passed over the curves of her body, firmly, without desire, but with soft, intimate knowledge. As she ran home in the twilight the world seemed a dream; the trees in the park seemed bulging and surging at anchor on a tide, and the heave of the slope to the house was alive.

dash me with amorous wet, i can repay you

Loafe with me on the grass.... loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want.... not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how we lay in June, such a transparent summer morning; You settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.