Quotes About Romance

As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.

How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

And her hair was a folded flower And the quiet of love in her feet.

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, from "Never give all the heart

I kiss you and the world begins to fade. – W. B. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire (? Jennings Press, August 25, 2008) Originally published 1894.

I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun.

O you are wild for love of me And I with love am wild

May it not even be that death shall unite us to all romance, and that some day we shall fight dragons among blue hills, or come to that whereof all romance is but "Foreshadowings mingled with the images Of man's misdeeds in greater days than these"

For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

I was in love with a beautiful blond once. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no ending. 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, 'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

If you want romance, fuck a journalist.

The years shall run like rabbits, For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages, And the first love of the world.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

For love: a poet. For romance: a journalist.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. The years shall run like rabbits For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages And the first love of the world. But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time.

Please one more kiss in the kitchen before we turn the lights off

What happened to the good old days of "Woman as passive recipient?" What happened to being courted? What happened to sitting back under a parasol and granting someone a chance to try to win us over?

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

Just give the Italians a chance for drama and they take it with both hands.

I never stood a chance. He stole your heart first.

While you see a chance take it, find romance, fake it, because it's all on you.