Quotes About Romance

I don't live with people, that's why my relationships last. I'm not romantic. Even when I was a teenager if somebody asked if they could hold my hand I'd say, - no, it's not heavy, I can hold it myself, thank you'.

We seldom say we love someone with all of our head, send brain-shaped candy on Valentine's Day, or tell our lover that we want to give our brain to them.

In so many YA books the heroine, who's just a regular girl, has to choose between two dreamboats who are both, for no particular reason, madly in love with her, which is probably why these books are labeled fiction.

Love is an island in the setting sun

J'ai la fureur d'aimer. Mon cœur si faible est fou. (...) Qu'y faire ? Ah, laisser faire!

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

L'Heure Exquise La lune blanche Luit dans les bois ; De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée... Ô bien-aimée. L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure... Rêvons, c'est l'heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l'astre irise... C'est l'heure exquise.

Ce fut le temps sous de clairs ciels, (Vous en souvenez-vous, Madame?) De baisers superficiels Et des sentiments à fleur d'âme. It was a time of cloudless skies, (My lady, do you recall?) Of kisses that brushed the surface And feelings that shook the soul.

Moi, je ne puis, chétif trouvère de Paris, T'offrir que ce bouquet de strophes enfantines : Sois bénin, et pour prix, sur les lèvres mutines D'Une que je connais, Baiser, descends, et ris.

Nous sommes les Ingénues, Aux bandeaux plats, à l'œil bleu, Qui vivons, presque inconnues, Dans les romans qu'on lit peu.

Try to free a slave with ignorance / Try and teach a whore about romance

How lucky you are, to love and to be loved in return.

I am in love. It just happened, I never sought it, but I couldn't turn away from it.

Women like Joe. They fall for him in that between-trains way.

On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts-and we wanted it all.

I wanted something grand and sweeping." "The kind of love you find in novels?" "Maybe. That makes me incredibly stupid, I suppose.

I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

I was falling in love, and it was wonderful, and it was awful.

Kiss her until she be wearied out,' " Denys repeated. "That's the best bit, isn't it, and Berkeley does it so well.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris

Some nights I would try to close the distance and make love to Jock.

The general and his beautiful wife

We stood there, locked and lovely as statues in a garden.

It was Lavender who drove us to the Norfolk Hotel in Jock's yellow Bugatti. He sped through the streets of Nairobi, throwing me across the leather backseat towards Jock, so that I nearly bruised myself against his clenched thighs.