Quotes About Romance

You fall in love with the girl next door but married her sister.

Nobody ever died from wearing Mitsouko, but lots of babies were born as a result of it.

I don't think I ever really liked the world until I met him.

love either happens or it doesn't; there is no twice, thrice or more to it; it just happens once, only once.

My favourite setting is Italy, specifically Venice, because it is there that I met my husband, who is Venetian. I used it as the setting for Virtue and Vice, Enchantment in Venice, and Seduced by Innocence. Apart from Venice, my favourite city is Rome.

But if a woman will not share her body with a man, how can she expect him to share her infatuation with a few grans of sand and a lot of sea and sky?

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. —ALBERT EINSTEIN

After all, that was our scandalous past to relive; our delightful secret to keep. With Maverick

Marriage emerged some forty-five hundred years ago and evolved into a widespread and accepted institution that bonded families, maintained order, and created wealth. Unlike today, where many of us are searching for our romantic "soul mate," marriage was originally more about economics than deep emotion.

Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours." —LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN, the Immortal Beloved Letters

When you love someone, there's a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It's a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It's just the way you've learned to fit.

He thought of the grammar of Gaelic, in which you did not say you were in love withsomeone, but that you "had love toward" her, as if itwere a physical thing you could present and hold—a bundle of tulips, a golden ring, a parcel of tenderness.

Isn't that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who's your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night. Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

Given my mother's experience with romance, I shouldn't even care - but there's a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn't near you.

I know the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.

How come people don't do things like that nowadays? You grope around in the back of a sedan in high school and you think you're in love. Nobody gets swept off their feet anymore.

In the darkest crease of the night, I would love you until the moon lost its footing in the sky.

I love the way he smelled whenever his head dipped close to hear what I was saying—like the sun striking th cheek of a tomato, or soap drying in the hood of a car. I loved the way his hand felt on my spine. I loved.

In the darkest crease of the night, that she would love me until the moon lost its footing in the sky.

I was in the mood to make out in the back row of the movie theater with someone who did not know my first name. I wanted three guys to fight for the honor of buying me a drink

The first time I read Gone with the Wind and Rhett walked out on Scarlett, I was fifteen and thought all that unrequited love was wildly romantic. The second time I read it, last summer, I thought she was silly and he was a selfish pig.

He kissed her so gently she wondered if she had imagined it. She pulled back slightly, to look into his eyes. And then there was a shot.

When was the last time he'd been swallowed whole by love?

The terrible thing about falling in love is that real life always gets in the way.