Quotes About Romance

It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.

I have a great wife and it's very easy to be romantic because it makes her happy and then my life is so much better when she's happy.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.

The first thing I did when I sold my book was buy a new wedding ring for my wife and asked her to marry me all over again.

I think that men know how to romance a woman and most do it well, at least for a time, otherwise women wouldn't marry them. The problem is that most of them begin to rest on their laurels.

There's no love like the first.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.

And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.

Every great love starts with a great story...

There is no good word for stomach ; just as there is no good word for girlfriend . Stomach is to girlfriend as belly is to lover , and as abdomen is to consort , and as middle is to petite amie .

I used to try to draw my girlfriends. I think one of the most romantic things that anybody can do is draw a portrait of the person you love.

Que el mundo sepa que he muerto de amor».

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer's block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I'm projecting here.

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee...

What was really happening was that Brian's whole approach to romance was becoming more and more personalized, more honest in a distinctly autobiographical way.

Love wasn't a state change. Romance might be, and lust, and like, but they were just the preconditions. Love was the choice you made; day in, day out.

Gwladus smiled, that rich slow curve that blotted out everything but right here, right now, then leaned in and kissed her.

In the flickering ochre-and-gold light, Peretur saw the heat rise in Nimuë's cheeks, and her lips redder, and her own belly warmed, and she filled with another hunger.

Her lips were soft and plump as rain and Peretur wanted to plunge her hands deep into her golden yellow hair, deep under her skirts to the soft places beneath, and she could feel their hearts thundering like horss, like hoses yoked and racing together, pulling towards the same goal, beanth tearing in and out.

Sowohl die heidnische wie auch die romantische Liebe ist unschuldig; lasterhaft ist nur die satte und hygienische Sexulaität zwischen Gleichen.

and they would imprint upon each other's lips such a long and languishing kiss, that a little straw cigar might have been smoked during the time it lasted.

I'll get pretty much everything the way I want it. I've always dreamed of a beach wedding.