Quotes About Romance

Real love includes romantic fascination but then moves on through conflict to commitment. It is not always pleasurable, but it is reliably enduring. Infatuation craves exhilaration as well as safety and security; love provides them through sustained trustworthiness.

New lovers tend to "lose their minds" and do all sorts of crazy things in the heat of the moment. One study showed that new lovers' brains have a lot in common with people on cocaine. Dopamine is sometimes called the "drug of desire." Too much dopamine, from being "high with excitement

There was pure, ecstatic, fully-reciprocated lust, and that lust passion could be pure and beautiful—that she really wanted me, that I was the male body beautiful, her ultimate catch.

There's always something funny about men chasing women.

The marriage of work has everything to do with the romance of the everyday.

Unrequited love is quantum romance

The most fulfilling romance is an heroic relationship with yourself. You live and die by your own imagination.

Now I was more certain than ever of my decision. I could not love a man who did not love Jane Austen.

No Julia necesitas aventuras. Necesitas un amante unas vacaciones en el extranjero. Tienes que cortarte el pelo y nadar desnuda en un río. Necesitas comer cosas que nunca hayas visto y hablar lenguajes que no conoces. Necesitas besar a un hombre que haga que te fallen las rodillas y que te acelere el corazón. -Portia

The truth, dear reader, is that I was as ready for him as any filly ready for the stud. My blood thrummed whenever he came near, the air crackling between us like one of Galvani's electrical experiments. It was a mercy that we had not been alone in our train compartment on the journey back to London; otherwise, I suspect the urgent swaying of the conveyance would have proven too much for my increasingly limited self-control.

What do you think my chances are there?" she asked. "Maybe he has a geriatric kink," I said, shaking out my napkin. "Dab a little Metamucil behind each ear and go get him, cougar." "No, no," Mary Alice corrected. "She's too old to be a cougar. She's a saber-tooth tiger.

He cupped the back of her head with one large hand and kissed her, slowly, sweetly, as if he were courting her again. When he pulled away, he wasn't surprised to find the tears that had stood unshed in her eyes were gone. He had always said Delilah Drummond was a force of nature. She had swept into his life with all the impact of a hurricane, and he had never entirely recovered from the first time she had looked up into his eyes and given him her slow, inviting smile.

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I'm jealous, of course. He's got a rich, pretty debutante and all I've got is a stiffy for the little brunette with the curly hair out there.

No, Julia, you need adventure. You need a lover, a holiday abroad. You need to cut your hair and swim naked in a river. You need to eat things you have never even seen before and speak languages you do not know. You need to kiss a man who makes you feel like your knees have turned to water and makes your heart feel as though it would spring from your chest.

A brief and hellish marriage followed by a period of Bacchanalian overindulgence had soured him on romance, although I regularly recommended to him a restorative bout of coitus, preferably with a strapping dairymaid—a course he had yet to embrace.

He smiled. "I think a blonde. Anything with black hair has always been trouble for me.

It was as close as an aristocratic Englishman could come to expressing real emotion, but it was enough for the princess. She pressed his hand.

Veronica Speedwell, I meant it then and I mean it now and I shall mean it with every breath until my last. I love you.

He slid his arms around her. "Is that how you fixed us together? Magic potions in my evening whisky?" She put her hands into his hair, twisting her fingers and tugging ever so slightly. "I didn't have to fix us. We came that way." (Johnny and Delilah)

He returned the smile and extended his arm. I slipped mine through his and we walked on in the warm sunshine, the smell of jasmine faint on the air as somewhere behind us trailed a ghost who whispered poetry in my ear and teased a breeze to touch my cheek.

It's amazing what the possiblity of romance can do to you. I'm self-conscious now in ways I never was before.