Quotes About Romance

Darling, you fall in love all the time. You can't run away just because it doesn't fit into your exact romantic dreamworld, you know.

Why is someone only passionate about books if they're into literary books that win prizes? Why can't you be passionate about books and only read romance?

What she didn't say was: "Can I punch both your sisters?" "How do you cope with this, all the time?" "Why can't it be the two of us, like it was before?" And, "Do you realize I've fallen for you?

That happy ending business - it's all a bit contrived. I don't ever believe it." How unromantic. It wasn't true either. The truth was, Elle wanted to believe in happy ever after, more than anything. But to admit it would be to discount what she knew to be the real facts of life. So she didn't know how to admit that she longed, secretly, to have her perspective changed, by something or someone, she didn't know which.

Any one must see at a glance that if men and women marry those whom they do not love, they must love those whom they do not marry.

I admire and look up to heroes, but indolent men make the best lovers.

It is really rare to find someone you really, really love and that you want to spend your life with and all that stuff that goes along with being married. I am one of those lucky people. And I think she feels that way too. So the romantic stuff is easy because you want them to be happy.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do!I'm half crazy, all for the love of you!It won't be a stylish marriage,I can't afford a carriage,But you'll look sweet upon the seatOf a bicycle built for two!

In dat gedicht wilde ik de liefde vergelijken met het soort licht dat je vlak na zonsondergang soms tegen de bomen ziet hangen: van dat toverachtige licht. Dat is het licht, dat in iemand zit die van iemand anders houdt.

One minute you're involved in your life as you know it, when suddenly you see the one. Your eyes meet (perhaps across a crowded room). Heart palpitations start. And the fairy tale of romance begins. Flowers, batting eyelashes, shared meals, laughter. Sunset walks and little love gifts to each other. You spend hours looking forward to your next time together. Maybe you'll see a movie or simply hang out—talking about everything and nothing.

The romantic embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

the female is most easily won by the male who most strongly excites her sexual instincts.

The past is nothing and we are in love with it.

Whom first we love, you know, we seldom wed.

We have more faith in a well-written romance while we are reading it than in common history. The vividness of the representations in the one case more than counterbalances the mere knowledge of the truth of facts in the other.

i was thinking that i'd like to try kissing you, joshua reed said.

Mr. Bradford," she said. "I'm not going to propose to you." The twinkle in Mr. Bradford's eyes faded. So did his smile. He managed to keep it on his face. It looked painful. "Oh," he said. "Mr. Bradford?" "Yes?" "Would you mind it so very much if...you know...you proposed to me?" The light in Mr. Bradford's eyes jumped to life. He beamed so largely it almost wasn't crooked. "If you want.

Ah, Azalea," said the King. "He's not going to be the one proposing." The springs in Azalea's feet went poioioing . "Sorry?" she said. "You outrank him, you know." The King shifted, uncomfortable. "It would be highly inappropriate for him to propose to you . The Delchastrian queen had to propose-" "I will do no such thing!" said Azalea.

What's kissing like?" "Mmm-like dancing,actually." Bramble pushed her prridge to Ivy and grinned. "You know, the part after a spin, when the room turns about you. What do you think, Clover?" Clover shook her golden head. "I think it more..when the gentleman catches you in his arms, that warm feeling that makes your toes sort of curl." Bramble's face twisted. "No..that's not right. Well, dash it, if we knew more dances-

One last dance, my lady, before I am never to see you again?

Keeper," Bramble said in a syrupy voice, grinning. "Have you met anyone so blasted handsome? " "Hush," said Azalea through her teeth. "He can probably hear you!" "And so dashing," said Bramble, though her tone was a touch lower. "And so perfect." "I've never seen anyone with such...fingers," said Goldenrod. Everyone paused. "Well, yes, his fingers, too," said Bramble.

Well, Lockwood was an absolute sort of person, wasn't he? He wouldn't fall in love like tripping over a brick. He was the sort to rear back, run, catapult over the side of an airship's railing, and fall, fall, fall into love before smacking into the Ocean of Delirious Wanderings.* *Which would sever his limbs from his body on impact, causing Death by Unmitigated Joy.

If he can't kiss you like this, Kiernan, don't marry him.

Mrs. McCauley, my dearest Reb, I do love you! This Yank has surrendered most willingly to the South.