Quotes About Romance

In real love, you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

The weirdest love stories are always the best

Come gli manca uno sguardo così. Se non lo conosci vivacchi e non ti manca. Ma se una stronza ti ha posato addosso quelle ali lì, ti ha fatto sentire l'eroe di una sceneggiatura temeraria, rimani tutta la vita un mendicante che va in giro a cercare quelle palpebre che si aprono solo per guardarti e si chiudono per imprigionarti.

Mi bacia a lungo sulla bocca, poi si lecca le labbra, dice che sono il sapore della sua vita.

Urchin decided to put off his carefully prepared speech until they were on the shore. They sat on the rocks at low tide as they had so often before, watching anemones and sea urchins while Sepia dabbled her paws in the water. Finally he decided that his speech was ridiculous, and simply asked her to marry him.

but when she looked into his eyes, those dark velvet brown eyes, Arabella saw something of tenderness. And for all that she should have known better, for all of her common sense, she felt the stirrings of old feelings that she had thought never to feel again.

If I said I was madly in love with you you'd know I was lying.

Say you'll marry me when I come back or, before God, I won't go. I'll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so you'll have to marry me to save your reputation.

I am like a bee attracted by the scent of flowers—no perfume smells sweeter than that of a rose in an English garden. Wear it always,' he urged, pausing mere inches from where she stood, 'never change it, for to me it has become your hallmark, the scent I associate only with you." -Terzan Helios

She wanted Adam Fox with the fervour of parched earth thirsting for water, corn aching for the warmth of ripening sun, a starving skeleton drooling over a crust of bread. Her passionate young body yearned to feel his touch, soft lips quivered an invitation to be kissed, wounded eyes promised a lifetime of devotion, if only . . .

I have the solution to all my problems. I have money, position, the running of one of the country's legendary cattle stations. I can even get the girl I want. I can't buy her, of course. She's got money of her own. But I'm pretty sure if I talk to her dad, he'll give me the green light.

It may come as an extraordinary shock to you but you're the only woman who has ever succeeded in getting under my skin. It could be because you're a raving lunatic.

You're the hero my young romantic heart settled on so long ago, you're an absolute tiger at times, you're devious and not above playing a few tricks. I love you whatever you are all the time. I've loved you for ten years without stopping. I'll love you for as long as I have breath in my body. I'm committed to one man and I'm ready to face real life with him.

Really, the insufferable conceit of the man. How dared he have the unutterable gall to know how her knees weakened at the sight of him, how she felt full of life and spirit when he was with her, how his very touch sent fire coursing through her veins in a way she hadn't known existed outside the pages of lending-library novels!

he whispers, his eyes going velvet.

Baby, tonight you're the reason I have lips.

they were in love with apocalypse, like all men, more in love with myths than with any woman.

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.

I love you. I really do. As I am now, with these last five years behind me, I am a person who is quite terribly in love with you and will always be – or so I think now, today, in this taxi.

If you weren't in love and therefore insane I should punch your head, my boy.

George Abbershaw's prosaic mind quivered on the verge of poetry when he looked at her.

Don't laugh at the spinsters,…for often very tender, tragical romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so quietly under the sober gowns," Alcott pleads.

She knew she oughtn't to scold but she couldn't bear such a hyperbole. People couldn't live without food and air or shelter and money. Romantic love was an extra, nice if it came along, but definitely superfluous to the main requirements of existence.