Quotes About Romance

Instead of inspiring the gallant attentions which other women seek, she made men dream,

Es mucho más fácil quedar bien como amante que como marido; porque es mucho mas fácil ser oportuno e ingenioso de vez en cuando que todos los días

Una mujer es coqueta mientras no ama.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

This short novel is the opening work of the Scènes de la vie privée, the first volume of La Comédie humaine. The novella was originally entitled Gloire et Malheur (Glory and Misfortune) when it was written in 1829. Published by Mame-Delaunay in the following year, it was followed by four revised editions. The final edition was published by Furne in 1842, appearing under the title of La Maison du chat-qui-pelote.

He had never dined with a duchess, never received a prize, never been interviewed, never produced anything which the public could understand, nor experienced anything since his schoolboy amours which nice people could regard as romantic. He was, in fact, an authentic scientist.

If you are not tired By love that's expired And the dream's still in sight Receive me tonight!' It's signed : 'A woman unknown to you, alas! And who wishes not to remain so.

First kisses didn't necessarily require darkness and alcohol, they could happen in the open air, with the sun warm on your face and everything around you honest and real and true.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

When you were young you talked about 'falling in love' with such amusing gravity, as if it were an actual recordable event, when what was it really? Chemicals. Hormones. A trick of the mind.

Stick with the nice boys...bad boys don't bring you coffee in bed, I'll tell you that for free.

She wanted to be falling in love, not trying to fix a broken relationship. She wanted to be someone's first choice, not their second.

Everyone knew that a stolen kiss was the most erotic thing in the world.

She'd looked at the stubble along his jawline, and the thought had crossed her mind: He looks like Clark Kent, but maybe he's really Superman.

Mum used to say that when she met my dad it was like a perfect love story. I thought Patrick was my perfect love story. Except he's not. He's the hypnotist's love story. I'm the ex-girlfriend in the hypnotist's love story. Not the heroine. I'm only a minor character.

as their eyes met she got that feeling again, that sensation of there being something huge between them, something she couldn't quite define, something her twenty-year-old self might have called 'passion' and her thirty-year-old self might have more cynically called 'chemistry'.

For her, the smell of cigarettes smelled like love. She dated far too many smokers for this reason.

Bad boys don't bring you coffee in bed, I'll tell you that for free.

There were breakfasts when Nick was away for work. She ate her toast in bed when he was away, relishing the romantic pain of missing him, as if he were a sailor or soldier. It was like enjoying feeling hungry when you knew you'd be having a huge dinner.

Of course they danced together; how could Callum resist dancing with a real live woman instead of a cardboard cut-out?

Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky. She

I'd forgotten that the best part of dating wasn't the actual dating at all but the talking about it: the analysis of potential new boyfriends with your girlfriends.

Actually, what she remembered most about that trip to Berlin was kissing a handsome, brown-haired German boy in a nightclub. He kept taking ice cubes from his drink and running them across her collarbone, which at the time had seemed incredibly sexy, but now seemed unhygienic and sticky.