#romance

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ↗

— Bern Williams

#boast #could #invented #june #night

It's the contemporary woman that movies don't know what to do with, other than bathe her in a bridal glow in romantic comedies where both the romance and the comedy are artificial sweeteners. ↗

— James Wolcott

#bathe #both #bridal #comedies #comedy

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#conversations #cuts #most #observations #own

Through the darkest hours of the night and through the dreamers realm I seek, Far beyond the starry sky and beyond galaxies I am free. Through the grimmest memories and past a seasons air I cannot breathe, Far beyond this mortal world in an afterlife we shall meet. ↗

— Lee Argus

#death-note #faith #friendship #love #poem

I think it's wonderful when a love story begins with a great deal of romance and affection, passion and excitement, that's how it should be. But I don't necessarily know that it's the wisest thing in the world to expect that it ends there, or that it should, 30 years down the road, still look as it did on the night of your first kiss. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#begins #deal #did #down #down the road

He's like a drug for you, Bella. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#romance #simile #romance

The word 'romance,' according to the dictionary, means excitement, adventure, and something extremely real. Romance should last a lifetime. ↗

— Billy Graham

#according #adventure #dictionary #excitement #extremely

As a general rule, you won't find the love of your life while you're on your knees under a table." -- Helios Dayspring ↗

— Belinda McBride

#science-fiction #life

The time of illusion, then, is the beautiful moment of passion; it represents the artistic zone in which the poet or romance writer ought to be free to do the very best that he can. ↗

— Lafcadio Hearn

#beautiful #best #free #illusion #moment

The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together and to rest in her bosom. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#life #love #romance #death