Quotes About Romance

Romances serve but to feed the imagination of the young; they add nothing to the sum of truth.

Why," went on Edna, clasping her knees and looking up into Mademoiselle's twisted face, "do you suppose a woman knows why she loves? Does she select? Does she say to herself: 'Go to! Here is a distinguished statesman with presidential possibilities; I shall proceed to fall in love with him.' Or, 'I shall set my heart upon this musician, whose fame is on every tongue?' Or, 'This financier, who controls the world's money markets?

As the devoted wife of a man who worshipped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.

If I were young and in love with a man, said Mademoiselle, turning on the stool and pressing her wiry hands between her knees as she looked down at Edna, who sat on the floor holding the letter, it seems to me he would have to be some grand esprit; a man with lofty aims and ability to reach them; one who stood high enough to attract the notice of his fellow-men. It seems to me if I were young and in love I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of my devotion.

Ah! si tu savais Ce que tes yeux me disent

As the devoted wife of a man that worshiped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams

The persistence of the infatuation lent it an aspect of genuineness. The hopelessness of it colored it with the lofty tones of a great passion

Bagaimana cerita bisa berakhir bahagia kalau tidak ada cinta?

Flora had decided that this was part of the reason her parents had divorced. Not the noise of the writing, but the writing itself. Specifically, the writing of romance. Flora

The princess smiled at Despereaux again, and this time, Despereaux smiled back. And then, something incredible happened: The mouse fell in love.

Maybelline's favorite movies were the love stories.

Casarse con un marqués o con un conde resultaría de lo más romántico, pero, ¿no ha de ser un consuelo para dos personas echar la vista atrás hacia un mismo pasado?

What's wrong with writing about love? Everybody longs for love.

I think two weeks is traditionally peek-a-boo underwear. A month is edible panties. Then, at two months, the thoughtful husband gives black leather. Garrett McCabe-A Happily Unmarried Man

The book, Anna Karenina, is] a mirror held up to the real, grimy, quotidian interactions of married life, of which romance is little more than a passing mood: marriage, that slippery social contract that, if it works at all, depends more on indulgent disconnection than on some kind of sacred accord.

I have loved and been in love. There's a big difference.

American culture is torn between our long romance with violence and our terror of the devastation wrought by war and crime and environmental havoc.

It was terrible of you, Shanna pouted, but her eyes danced as they turned askance to meet his. I could have left, you know. I was that angry. I would have followed you, Ruark assured with a flash of white teeth. You have my heart and my baby. You would not have escaped.

You are stingy with our words, she accused, then laughed gayly as she swept around, tossing over her shoulder a roguish look that drew the length of him. But I am more generous, my lord. You are indeed a fine sight. -Aislinn

Shanna - Madam Beauchamp. You have provided the brightest moment in my day. As she stared, his lips moved further in soundless vow. I love you.

His gaze dropped and fell to the floor in thoughtful concentration for a long moment. When he looked up at her again, his gaze was direct and unflinching. Because I have fallen in love with you.

You are stingy with your words, she accused, then laughed gayly as she swept around, tossing over her shoulder a roguish look that drew the length of him. But I am more generous, my lord. You are indeed a fine sight. - Aislinn

Tell me you don't feel what I feel when I hold you. Tell me you don't tremble when I touch you, he whispered huskily, and then try to tell me you don't want me to make love to you.

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss