Quotes About Courtship

Girls want to be pursued.

I became a human jukebox, learning all these songs I'd always known, discovering the basics of what I do. The cathartic part was in the essential act of singing. When is it that the voice becomes an elixir? It's during flirting, courtship, sex. Music's all that.

I do date quite frequently.

I enjoy dating. I love first dates. I think they're incredibly fascinating studies in human psychology. When you sit down across from someone on a first date and things are going alright, you talk objectives. We want to win each other over, so how do you win someone over? You have to put the best foot forward.

Strategy is buying a bottle of fine wine when you take a lady out for dinner. Tactics is getting her to drink it.

In courtship, who wins and who loses will determine who passes on their DNA to tomorrow.

Un uomo, quando corteggia una ragazza, deve avere le stesse idee religiose di sua madre e quelle politiche di suo padre.

I love this medieval stuff," Archie announced to whatever assembly was there, "don't you?" And with that, he slapped her happily on the rump—to the accompaniment of more horrified gasps—and continued on his way.

Amusing a woman too much is as good as courting her, and as much as I enjoyed her company I wasn't quite sure I was ready for more than that.

He reflects that Chekhov has already mapped out the route by which one can approach a strange lady by paying court to her lapdog.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.

Now the evening is beginning and I will discover a human being to court or to be courted by, an adventure with caprice and desire, and while gambling I might find love.

She wanted to be courted with mysterious language.

They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.

She was the kind of gal that if she set her sights on a man, he'd be running in the opposite direction real quick.

What was romance but a lovely bit of play between man and woman?

The junkbird attracts the attention of its prospective mate by opening wide a tail-fan of feathers spelling out, 'You have already won a prize.

I'm the kind of guy who'll go to a courthouse and get married, but for women, it's different. It means a lot to them.

I don't know if it's animalistic or what, but men become like peacocks with their feathers up when women are around.

Speak of my future wife in anything but the most reverent of tones again, and it will be pistols at dawn.

Husband-hunting. Always a rousing sport. I suppose you go there dressed to kill." "No, indeed. What good is a dead husband?" She smiled airily. "I go dressed to maim only.

I listened humbly, resentfully. I knew I did not have charm. Neither Laura nor I had it. We were too secretive for charm, or else too blunt. We'd never learned it, because Reenie had spoiled us. She felt that who we were ought to be enough for anybody. We shouldn't have to lay ourselves out for people, court them with coaxings and wheedlings and eye-batting displays.

That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

You need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.