Quotes About Romance

I always dreamed of that girl, who would carve our initials in a tree. Who would sing our song to me when I was mad at her. Who would hold me when I was crying and promise to never let go. We'd be together forever.

Each girl has that 1 boy that they will never lose feelings for.

I only want to love you twice in my lifetime. Thats now and forever.

A great lover is not a man who romances a different woman every night. A great lover is one who romances the same woman for a lifetime.

Sometimes, you kiss someone, and you know right then that thats the person you want to be kissing for the rest of your life.

Starting a relationship is easy. What seems to be more of a challenge is maintaining the fire in it.

True love is not a Happy Ending...It's a Perfect Beginning.

Yes, there are plenty of fish in the sea. But the problem is, I stopped fishing after I found you.

Everytime I look at you, I can see my future...

Some people cant forget their first love, others cant forget their last, the luckiest are those whose first love lasts.

Those moments when you stare into each other's eyes and for a split second it feels like the whole world is in your hands.

Old couples who are still in love are one of the cutest things out there.

I know he's a player, but I want to be the girl that he hangs up hes jersey for and leaves the game.

A boy gave a girl 13 roses; 12 were real, 1 was fake, then the boy said to the girl, 'I will love you until the last rose dies.'

I like it when I see an elderly couple walking together, hand in hand. Because that proves to me that true love can last.

In everyone's life, there's a person we will never forget... and a summer where it all started...

And I will always keep a fire," he said, "burning for you always. If you will allow me.

I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. I can taste his mouth — hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles, and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin. More .

He's half of my soul, as the poets say.

He is half my soul, as the poets say>"

He is half of my soul, as the poets say...

The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hair's breadth from mine.

Idylle hatte ich unsere gemeinsame Zeit bezeichnet. Illusion hätte es vielleicht besser getroffen.

It softened him. This was a more pleasing tale: the princess swooning at his feet, forswearing her cruel father to be with him. Coming to him at night, in secret, that face of hers the only light. Who could say no?