Quotes About Romance

What kind of love was it that I felt when I was twenty? It is difficult to define - my physical passions were very weak then, perhaps because of a few years of great poverty and hard work. But my intellectual passions were strong, meaning that without asking anything in return, without wanting any pity, I wanted only to give, but not to receive. Foolish, wrong, exaggerated, proud, rash - for in love one must not only give, but also take; and, reversing it, one must not only take but also give.

People who do nothing but fall in love are perhaps more serious and saintly than those who sacrifice their love and their hearts to an idea.

Whenever Lisa kisses me I feel like I'm levitating. It's a feeling I was never able to forget when we were apart and something I will never get sick of for as long as I live. Maybe even longer.

Em algum lugar teu coração bate por mim Em algum lugar teus olhos se fecham à idéia dos meus.

A felicidade é como a gota De orvalho numa pétala de flor Brilha tranquila Depois de leve oscila E cai como uma lágrima de amor

The real aim of romance is to provide escape and entertainment.

My passionate puritan!

There isn't anything very tender about being in love...it's a cruel and clamouring hunger.

These days, young men seemed to flirt with love rather than burn with it.

Desire comes easy to a man, but it soon flickers out if love doesn't light the flame.

She smiled and touched the smattering of silver at his temple, a shyness in her, and yet a new self-possession in her as she came to the realization that love turns a girl into a woman, and a man into a boy.

Jill was young and untried, but she knew the fundamental truth about women—that love can torment them even as it gives them the moon and the stars to play with.

I contemplated her, I was remembering her in this present, I had her beside me from last moment to last moment. When you are in love you are always on a railway platform.

Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori. Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

C'est un gars qui tombe amoureux, souvent, son piédestal est facile d'accès, mais doté d'une option "eject

It is an old stereotype, that homosexuality has to do only with sex while heterosexuality is multifaceted and embraces love and romance.

Put romantic love at the center of a novel today, and who could be persuaded that in its pursuit the characters are going to get to something large? That love is going to throw them up against themselves in such a way that we will all learn something important about how we got to be as we are, or how the time in which we live got to be as it is. No one, it seems to me. Today, I think, love as a metaphor is an act of nostalgia, not of discovery.

Felicity was more romantic. She's waiting for her lover. He's a sailor and she's watching for his ship to come in. Nobody's dared tell her it's been wrecked and her lover is at the bottom of the sea. She'll go on waiting and waiting until her red hair turns as white as his bones- Good.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

The Cloths of Heaven Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O Never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.

I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink; that is the one thing I am indebted to her for.

Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate.