Quotes About Romance

A pretty girl is like a melody That haunts you night and day.

I'll wager my life there are millions of men Who wish that their wives were their sweethearts again

Music is a language lovers understand Melody and romance wander hand in hand Cupid never fails assisted by a band So if you have something sweet to tell her Say it with music

There may be trouble ahead,But while there's moonlight and musicAnd love and romance,Let's face the music and dance.

Heaven,I'm in heaven,And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;And I seem to find the happiness I seekWhen we're out together dancingCheek to cheek.

Picture you, upon my knee, Just tea for two, and two for tea.

Story writers say that love is concerned only with young people, and the excitement and glamour of romance end at the altar. How blind they are . The best romance is inside marriage; the finest love stories come after the wedding, not before.

You are only really in love once in your life, and that is the first time.

Flirting is conversational chemistry.

For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.

My heart belongs to you,' He promised. 'Would you have loved me when I was a girl?' 'I have always loved you. Even before I met you I loved the idea of you.

The only true love is love at first sight second sight dispels it.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

I could distinguish the shape of her bosom, her arms, her thighs, just as I remember them now, just as now, when the Moon has become that flat, remote circle, I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

I've been in love for five hundred million years…

Her breast was young, the nipples rosy. Cosimo just grazed it with his lips, before Viola slid away over the branches as if she were flying, with him clambering after her, and that skirt of hers always in his face

I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

Latin was not a hard topic at all compared to romance, from what I could see.

I always envisioned myself having a traditional and elegant wedding.

Well my biggest dream is to be in a romantic comedy.

In high school, during marathon phone conversations, cheap pizza dinners and long suburban car rides, I began to fall for boys because of who they actually were, or at least who I thought they might become.

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

We must go for a day in the country and when surrounded by the gay twittering of the birds and the smell of the cows I will lay my suit at her feet and he waved his arm wildly at the gay thought.

Oh Bernard she sighed fervently I certinly love you madly you are to me like a Heathen god she cried looking at his manly form and handsome flashing face I will indeed marry you.