Quotes About Romance

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love - but if you should deny me the thousand and first - 'twould put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

The two divinest things the world has got— A lovely woman and a rural spot.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move my heart so potently?

For so delicious were the words she sung,it seem'd he had loved them a whole summer long.

My dear girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve.

Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne

Aí de quando a paixão é simultaneamente modesta e arrebatada!

Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind

Why did you step out of my life, you minx? Your new hair-do is fascinating and cosmopolitan." He snatched at her pigtail and pressed it to his wet moustache, kissing it vigorously. "The scent of soot and carbon in your hair excites me with suggestions of glamorous Gotham. We must leave immediately. I must go flower in Manhattan.

couples who swayed and dipped around the Gibraltar of a wallflower, Ignatius.

Everything is clearer when you're in love.

Give us a kiss

I wanna hold your gland.

Casanova was a librarian.

His romance with tools—the Catalog would be subtitled Access to Tools—came in part from his 1966 encounter with Fuller, who was legendary for claiming: "If you want to teach people a new way of thinking, don't bother trying to teach them. Instead, give them a tool, the use of which will lead to new ways of thinking.

American culture is torn between our long romance with violence and our terror of the devastation wrought by war and crime and environmental havoc.