Quotes About Romance

When Johnnie went to France. Such a tame ending To a great romance-- Two lonely women With nothing much to do But get to know each other; She did and I did, too. Mornings at the Rectory, Learning how to roll Bandages, and always Saving light and coal. Oh, that house was bitter As winter closed in, In spite of heavy stockings And woolen next the skin. I was cold and wretched, And never unaware Of John more cold and wretched In a trench out there.

Being in love is not cool!

I wouldn't treat a romantic scene any differently than any other scene. I would really say the biggest preparation was chewing gum and breath mints! For a kissing scene, it's all about the breath mints!

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning close to the body as possible without risk of immolation.

There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

I've been in love in a dream.

It's what you were to me, liquid, meandering. Love's object .

I'm trying to make a girl fall in love with me; I'm afraid it won't work, but it's a way of making my love take an outer shape.

a kiss gives off a swoosh of amnesia

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

Claire kreunde zacht in zichzelf en wiegde heen en weer. Na al die jaren was ze eindelijk iemand tegengekomen van wie ze werkelijk hield, die ze met heel haar hart wilde. En hij was al eeuwen dood.

On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.

Slowly he turned into the curve of her palm, cut lip pressed against her skin. She heard two whispered words, felt them kissed into her flesh: amore mio. My love. Two words: the shock of them held her still.

The course of love was never straight.

And so because he was half bastard, half gentleman, he asked for her bra

I'm a fan of daytime drama I totally get it. When we are doing scenes that are romantic or will get the audience riled up, I feel like I'm a fan in the room going, 'People are going to be so mad right now!'

What she loved was being admired, being wanted, being pursued—but she did not think she wanted ever to be caught.

I can't stop thinking about you. I'm dreaming about you. And right now, all I want to do is kiss you.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable. ~Henry Ward Beecher

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Why were you staring at me?" the girl asked. The boy replied, "Because you are beautiful.

I smiled sweetly and pushed up on my tiptoes, kissing him softly on his too-chapped lips, and agreed. "Yes, to us.

My spine shoots up straight like I'd been plugged into an eight-volt, and the mere sight of him literally causes my breath to leave my body.