Quotes About Romance

Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo.

El aire, el vino van con los dos amantes, la noche les regala sus pétalos dichososo, tienen derecho a todos los claveles.

El amor no se mira, se siente, y aún más cuando ella está junto a ti.

Academic training in beauty is a sham. When we love a woman, we don't start measuring her legs.

The heart knows no pain sharper than love's arrow.

Believe it or not, you can have a relationship electrified by sexual tension if you want it. You can be married to one person and keep the burning fires of lust alive. You don't have to have an open marriage or litter your home with several partners. And you don't have to endure a sexless marriage where you feel dead inside. Plenty of couples have done it—they've kept the flames of romantic desire lit.

I love you, Katherine James. I love you with everything I am. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Remember that. Gabe Rossiter

Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn't already been in love with her, that would have done it.

Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?

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He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory. I speak now of the sun-struck, deeply lived-in days of my past. I am more fabulist than historian, but I will try to give you the insoluble, unedited terror of youth. I betray the integrity of my family's history by turning everything, even sadness, into romance. There is no romance in this story; there is only the story.

Lucy stood on her tiptoes and kissed John Hardin on the cheek and pulled him tightly against her. She put his forehead against hers and smiled at him until he blushed. Then, Lucy stepped back, looked at the coffin, and played to the crowd. Who gave my secret away It's just what I always wanted and I can't wait to try it on

Great romantics are granted lots of slack.

That, apparentlu, was what happened when one fell in love. One's brains were sucked away, or turned gelatinous.

It had all happened in that instant she had seen Carol standing in the middle of the floor, watching her. Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol-

Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.

Thinking no more about it, he stepped off into that cool space, that fast descent to her, with nothing in his mind but a memory of a curve of her shoulder, naked, as he had never seen it.

Don't you know I love you?' Carol said.

Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.

Yes, Therese said. What a strange girl you are. Why? Flung out of space, Carol said.

That night, talking over the road map about their route tomorrow, talking as matter-of-factly as a couple of strangers, Therese thought surely tonight would not be like last night. But when they kissed good night in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials, which put together inevitably created desire.

It would be almost like love, what she felt for Carol, except that Carol was a woman. It was not quite insanity, but it was certainly blissful.