Quotes About Romance

En cualquier caso, el enamoramiento también es cuestión de fe.

We could have made beautiful music together.

Love smells of moonlight and old photographs. Love is the sound of your name being called by your lover.

A novel without romance is like a car without an engine, love is the fuel.

Wine is] poetry in a bottle.

A Love like this happens but once in a lifetime

Giordino...simply sighed in resignation. "Who else," he asked no one in particular, "but Dirk Pitt could tramp off into a blizzard on an uninhabited backwater island in the Antarctic and discover a beautiful girl?

Though neither of them had ever called their meeting a case of love at first sight, they'd both agreed it had certainly been a case of "pretty damned sure at first hour.

Giordino, on the other hand, simply sighed in resignation. "Who else," he asked no one in particular, "but Dirk Pitt could tramp off into a blizzard on an uninhabited backwater island in the Antarctic and discover a beautiful girl?

Orpheus, with immaculately cut pleated trousers instead of a toga, was played by Jean Marais, Cocteau's young lover. The leading actress, Maria Casares, was Albert Camus's mistress.

Raised in the hot sun, my idea of romance was to feel cold. North was a thrilling word to me. Balzac said that a novel should send the reader into another country. My dreams were like that. They still are.

although his love affair with Madame Hugo was not calculated to reinforce it.

Well, I'm a standing on a corner In Winslow, Arizona And such a fine sight to see, It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford Slowin' down to have a look at me.

Night and day you are the one,Only you beneath the moon and under the sun.

Love for sale,Appetizing young love for sale.Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,Love that's only slightly soiled,Love for sale.

I get no kick from champagne.Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,So tell me why should it be trueThat I get a kick out of you.

You're the Nile,You're the Tower of Pisa,You're the smileOn the Mona Lisa….But if, Baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

I've got you under my skin,I've got you deep in the heart of me,So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me,I've got you under my skin.

We're all aloneNo chaperonCan get our number,The world's in slumber,Let's misbehave.

I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?

I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

Two princes. Fine men indeed. But neither is the prince of my heart.

It can't drag on this way much longer," she said to herself. "One evening he'll whistle under my window, I'll go down by a ladder or a knotted rope and he will carry me away on a motorcycle, off to a den where his subjects will be assembled. He'll say: 'Here is your new Queen.' And... and... it will be terrible!" viii. Their Queen is away and anarchy reigns! The Journal said so! How grand to be Queen, with a red ribbon and a revolver...