Quotes About Romance

It was, with no attempt at covering itself, the naked heart of a woman calling out to her man.

Nothing is so strange when one is in love.

fortuna y el amor mueren cuando se hacen rutina.

Girls either wanted him or wanted to improve him, but most often a combination of the two. They wanted to improve him until he justified the amount they wanted him.

It was in the shady groves of dictionaries that Jack fell in love.

Those who read Middlemarch in that way will find little in Their Eyes Were Watching God to please them. It's about a girl who takes some time to find the man she really loves. It is about the discovery of self in and through another.

True love doesn't have a happy ending because true love has no ending." —Unknown

If this was cynical, then we must allow that all courtship is cynical.

Do you ever have ordinary days? she asked as they ascended the stairs. Why would I want them?

Any man would be daft not to want you." Her laugh was low and rueful. "Wanting and loving are very different. I know that men can want quite easily.

He looked like the love thoughts of women.

You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.

She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

She couldn't make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom – a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung above him. He was a glance from God.

He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom-a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.

he meant to marry her right from the train. Hurry up and come because he was about to turn into pure sugar thinking about her.

You saw a fluttering fan before her face and magnolia blooms and sleepy lakes under the moonlight when she walked.

Ah wants things sweet wid mah marriage lak when you sit under a pear tree and think.

You'se something tuh make uh man forgit tuh git old and forgit tuh die.

She couldn't make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom—a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God. So

I love boys with English accents.

Nothing is more interesting in a novel or a play than an affair.

I think it's quite normal for people to have love affairs.

I realized afterwards that Mountbatten thought I'd be good for my husband. He was our Cyrano de Bergerac.