Quotes About Romance

town. Tracy was living the dream. Here it was, not five months before Doug Benton would turn up missing, and Tracy and Doug were in love, riding, lifting weights side-by-side, dining out with her daughter and taking walks in the park hand-in-hand. It seemed as if they'd carved out a piece of life's bliss. Doug had been married and divorced twice. Tracy had come from a few tumultuous relationships and marriages herself. Neither had given up on romance, Tracy said,

Always love to the point of madness," he said, "or else what is the point of love?

Falling in love is not something we do voluntarily. It cannot be created or be made to disappear. It either exists or it doesn't.

Marcela amou-me durante quinze meses e onze contos de réis

Don't roach me, funker," she said. "And don't shirk off in your electro-steamer. This mopsy wants to poke." --Mack Reynolds, _Commune 2000 A.D._, 1974

Ciao, bello!' The coal-eyed beauty who had kissed Jason through the Fiat's window appeared through the crowd, her pretty red mouth smiling. Utterly ignoring Storm, she perched herself on the table next to Jason. 'Ciao, bella,' he smiled. 'Vuoi ballare?' 'She wants me to dance,' he explained to Storm, peering round the girl's adolescent bottom. 'I know,' she replied shortly. 'I've got a degree in Italian.

Castleford looked up lazily. He turned his gaze on Summerhays. "What is wrong with him, to get him all puffed up like he holds a bad wind that needs farting?" "Fate. Passion. The stupidity of life." Castleford drank some coffee. "In other words, he has fallen in love.

Actually, should you ever decide to subject me to this, I think..." "You think what?" "I think that I would probably buy you a diamond necklace the next day

The heat rose up my neck, wrapped fingers over my face. His hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but him. The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hairsbreadth from mine.

And then he pressed his lips onto mine. "Live", he said. "Oh live, my life, my love, live." And that's when I'm supposed to open my eyes like a dewy fawn, and see him poised over me like the sun, and make a little gasping noise of wonder and gratitude, and then he fucks me.

what was his best part?' 'his lover patroclus

We were silent a moment. 'So, which of the suitors would you have picked?' I shoved him, and he laughed

A marriage for love, rare as cedars from the East.

I can smell him. The oils that he uses on his feet, pomegranate and sandalwood; the salt of clean sweat; the hyacinths we had walked through, their scent crushed against our ankles. Beneath it all is his own smell, the one I go to sleep with, the one I wake up to.

Yet some say lovers are mad.

She's like cream, she's that soft. Once her thighs are around you, you'll forget your own name.

God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are in books but never are in life, and she was his.

Then she would be that hostess in Houston and I would be that tanned one from Florida, a small memory of chlorinated pool water, fruit juice and gin, steak raw in the middle, and hearty rhythms in the draperied twilight of the tomb-cool motel cubicle, riding the grounded flesh of the jet-stream Valkyrie. A harmless pleasure. For harmless plastic people, scruff-proof, who can create the delusion of romance.

settled for a blooming redhead from Waco, Takes-us, name of Molly Bea Archer, carefully cut her out of the pack and trundled her, tipsy and willing, back to the Busted Flush.

The living are worth every final bit of love and energy you can toss into the kitty. The dead are worth tears. Trying to do more for the dead is self-love. It's pride gone bad. It's romantic nonsense.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

God's version of flowers and chocolates and candlelight dinners comes in the form of sunsets and falling stars, moonlight on lakes and cricket

First, you'll discover that God is relational to his core, that he has a heart for romance. Second, that he longs to share adventures with us—adventures you cannot accomplish without him. And finally, that God has a beauty to unveil. A beauty that is captivating and powerfully redemptive.

Most Christians have lost the life of their heart and with it, their romance with God.