Quotes About Romance

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love, said Darcy. Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already.

James Benwick is rather too piano

Its effect was most extraordinary; for on first hearing it, Mrs. Bennet sat quite still, and unable to utter a syllable. Nor was it under many, many minutes that she could comprehend what she heard; though not in general backward to credit what was for the advantage of her family, or that came in the shape of a lover to any of them. She began at length to recover, to fidget about in her chair, get up, sit down again, wonder, and bless herself.

I am not now to learn, replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the hand, that it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour; and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long.

Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him. If she can hesitate as to 'Yes,' she ought to say 'No' directly.

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you - Mr. Darcy

probabil si ea il iubea putin, cu toate ca fusese absolut hotarata sa nu se intample asta

Dragostea lor nu se putea sfarsi decat in prietenie.

ABOUT thirty years ago, Miss Maria Ward of Huntingdon, with only seven thousand pounds, had the good luck to captivate Sir Thomas Bertram, of Mansfield Park, in the county of Northampton,* and to be thereby raised to the rank of a baronet's lady,* with all the comforts and consequences of an handsome house and large income. All

Banuiesc ca nu este indispensabil pentru fericirea mea. Cu atat mai bine. Cu siguranta nu ma voi convinge sa simt mai mult decat simt acum. Sunt suficient de indragostita. Mi-ar parea rau sa fiu mai indragostita de atat.

Åžiirin aÅŸk? yok etme yeteneÄŸini ilk kim keÅŸfetti merak ediyorum doÄŸrusu.' -'Åžiiri hep aÅŸk?n g?das? olarak düÅŸünürdüm.' dedi Darcy. -'SaÄŸl?kl?, güçlü, iyi bir aÅŸk için doÄŸru olabilir. Zaten güçlü olan her ÅŸeye her ÅŸey iyi gelir. Ama eÄŸer, zay?f, c?l?z bir eÄŸilimse tatl? bir sone açl?ktan öldürür onu.

En vano he luchado. No servirá. Mis sentimientos no serán reprimidos. Debe permitirme que le diga cuanto la admiro y la amo.

I long to have you hear Mr. H.'s opinion of P. and P. His admiring my Elizabeth so much is particularly welcome to me.

had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older—the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.

He must love somebody.

He wanted a wife, but this chase, this dance one had to do to get a wife, was downright wearying. Perhaps that's why he'd been such a failure at finding a bride. He wanted it to be easy. To meet a girl, point a finger and say, "You're the one." And she would, of course, swoon as she said, "Yes, I'll marry you." Wasn't that the way it'd been done in years past? Arranged marriages were so much more practical.

And then there was him, the long and painful love of her life.

Everyone in that garden knew it was only a matter of time before he kissed her.

He turned and pulled her in, placed his hands on the sides of her face and gazed into her eyes, his head moving closer and closer----she still couldn't say anything, couldn't think of anything other than his mouth landing on hers.

It was everything I had dreamed of, his hands snaking through my hair, my own wrapped around his back, unable to believe I had been given license to touch this boy I had loved for so long, license to hold him, to slip my tongue in his mouth, listen to him sigh with pleasure.

In many ways, the story I'm about to tell you is not about romance at all. If anything, it is a story of life. Of how each of us may think we know exactly what we need to make us happy, what will be good for us, what will ensure we have our happy ending, but that life rarely works out in the way we expect, and that our happy ending may have all sorts of unexpected twists and turns, be shaped in all sorts of unexpected ways.

Bonsoir, chérie

In those days all stories ended with the wedding.