Quotes About Romance

was magnificent. Her long, black hair hung down to her waist and her soft golden skirt caught on the grass as she walked, released and then caught again. She wore a purple tunic with a woven leather belt and a medallion that hung low on one hip. On her shoulder, she carried a

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Au moins partageaient-ils la même folie. C'est peut-être ça l'amour.

And infatuated be damned. He was near to being blinded by his attraction to her. He was in love, damn it all. He disliked her, he resented her, he disapproved of almost everything about her, yet he was head over ears in love with her, like a foolish schoolboy. He wondered grimly what he was going to do about it. He was not amused. Or in any way pleased.

I concede that a bad romantic novel is embarrassing and indefensible. So is a bad so-called realistic novel. (And it is usually pretentious into the bargain which is insufferable.) But a good romantic novel is a heart-warming thing which strikes a responsive chord in those who are happy and offers a certain lifting of the spirits to those who are not.

Vicki knew then that if she had died that night his kiss would have followed her on and on into the spaces of eternity or wherever her soul might wander.

Whether or not true love or love at first sight existed, energy between people did. Chemistry. She felt him before she saw him. And now, when their eyes met, a current ran between them, as sure as a live wire.

She knitted him a thick scarf to cover his face and he teased her about liking her warming him better. She told him impertinently that she had enough to do without that troublesome chore, and he chased her around the room. Cassie laughed out loud as they played. "Your sassy mouth makes me want to kiss you." He caught her by the waist. "You know that, Cass. So you must want a kiss." "I most certainly do." She giggled as he kissed her soundly.

Not just romantic love, but love so deep, so full of respect, so full of gratitude for saving her from loneliness. He'd protected her when no man ever had before. She didn't even fear it or regret how vulnerable it made her to love Gage. It was too powerful, too wonderful.

And he'd have to track them down if he wanted something to do besides go charging back into the house and kissing Molly again. Right in front of her brother this time. Oh, there was an idea fit to get a man shot.

care to explain, so he turned her into his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away, her eyes blinked open as if her lids were almost too heavy to hold up. "You really shouldn't kiss me like that, Rafe. I swear when you do it, I can't seem to think clearly." "Why don't you just relax and let me do the thinking for the both of us for a while?

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Love is the poetry of our feelings. But there are some horrible poems.

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

Love is a grave mental disease.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.