Quotes About Romance

when they talked of love and women—and of course they sometimes talked of love and women — Lewes would bring out views which Christopher, whose views they used to be too, only he had forgotten that, considered, now that he had come to know Catherine, as so much—the word was his—tripe.

He was bewildered, but he still could kiss. It seemed curiously natural to be doing it.

When Michael Frere came to see Elizabeth about her autobiography All the Dogs of My Life she found him 'such a boring little man. But it is because we are all growing old, and the bones of our inadequate minds come through the flesh that hid them.' She hadn't always found him boring, and Love, one of her best novels, is largely based on their romance.

KISS ME, HARDY! Kiss me, QUICK!

So many more cycles of elation of the first kiss, and devastation when it's over.

where I could make love endless nights through sleepy mornings with my boyfriend, a guy who had grown up in Connecticut and played lacrosse and the guitar and me, and who loved me with naughty desire, respect, and abandon.

Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable,Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat.

Half light, half shade,She stood, a sight to make an old man young.

In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Come into the garden, Maud,For the black bat, night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud,I am here at the gate alone.

She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat,Had I lain for a century dead;Would start and tremble under her feet,And blossom in purple and red.

Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro' My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Many-tower'd Camelot.

Cophetua sware a royal oath;"This beggar maid shall be my queen!"

Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon....

One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

love lies hidden in every rose...

Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies, And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.

He was deeply susceptible, moreover, to that singular spell which the wilderness lays upon certain lonely natures, and he loved the wild solitudes with a kind of romantic passion that amounted almost to an obsession. The life of the backwoods fascinated him—whence, doubtless, his surpassing efficiency in dealing with their mysteries

If you were April's lady,And I were lord in May.

The thing is, Iphis and Ianthe had actually, for real, very really, fallen in love. Did their hearts hurt? I said. Did they think they were underwater all the time? Did they feel scoured by light? Did they wander about not knowing what to do with themselves?

If you were a man, I'd have your baby, gangster or no.

Thats the trouble. all i wanted was a tumble in the hay. oh, boy, i said. ill bet that cute thing is fun and games. what he doesn't know about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees, i can sure teach him