Quotes About Romance

Listen: it's got to be all honeymoon, always. Either heaven, or hell: no comfortable safe peaceful purgatory between for you and me to wait in until good behavior or forbearance or shame or repentance overtakes us.

Go out among them and tell them that their nostalgia for places they have never been is sex

Kevin watched as Rydell removed the helmet and wrote an address and telephone number on the back of last week's People. The magazine belonged to Monica, the Chinese girl in the garage; she always got hers printed out so there was never any mention of scandal or disaster, but with a triple helping of celebrity romance, particularly anything to do with the British royal family.

O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

The Prince found Buttercup waiting unhappily outside his chamber doors. It's my letter,' she began. 'I cannot make it right.' Come in, come in,' the Prince said gently. 'Maybe we can help you.' She sat down in the same chair as before. 'All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me.' Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' She looked at Humperdinck. 'Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?

I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I LOVE YOU. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.

Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.

Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Is this a kissing book?

We have more than hope," Buttercup said. "There is true love.

Is he really so wonderful, this Westley of yours? Not so much wonderful as perfect, she replied. Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side.

Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup. She looked at Humperdinck. Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him? It does seem a bit forward, the Prince admitted.

I have loved you for several hours now

Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?" He couldn't believe it. "Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If

Sono il tuo Principe e non sono così male... Come puoi preferire la morte piuttosto che sposarmi?» «Perché» replicò Buttercup «matrimonio significa amore, e non è il mio passatempo preferito».

Se mi stai prendendo in giro, Westley, ti uccido». «Come puoi pensare che ti prenda in giro?» «Be', non hai detto nemmeno una volta che mi ami». «È solo questo che vuoi? Facile. Ti amo. Okay? Lo vuoi più forte? Ti amo. Devo sillabarlo? Ti-i-a-emme-o. Lo vuoi a rovescio? Oma it».

Morgenstern has never given them an easy shot at happiness. This time I sure hope he lets them get there.

Is he really so wonderful, this Westley of yours?" "Not so much wonderful as perfect," she replied. "Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side." She looked at the Prince. "Am I being helpful?

Well, because we're together, hand in hand, in love. Oh, yes, Buttercup said. I keep forgetting that.

Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' She looked at Humperdinck. Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him? It does seem a bit forward, the Prince admitted. It doesn't leave him a great deal of room to maneuver.

me sería útil conocerlo un poco mejor. ¿Es de verdad tan maravilloso vuestro Westley? —Maravilloso, no; es perfecto —respondió—. Carece de defectos. Es magnífico. Sin mácula. Tirando a ideal. —Miró al príncipe y le preguntó—: ¿Os estoy ayudando? —Creo que las emociones empañan un poco vuestra objetividad.

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The history of all love is writ with one pen.