What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
No one is more romantic than a cynic. I do think that you don't become cynical or 'unsentimental' unless there's a core of romanticism or sentiment that's had a few chips nicked into it.
If you say my eyes are beautiful, it's because they are looking at you.
Every letter was a love letter.
If there were no Frenchwomen, life wouldn't be worth living.
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. -Mr. Darcy
I have been loved said Edward to the stars
I try to say I love you in a million different ways. That's what I aspire to do. That's what I do best.
The truth is that I am in love with Dublin. I think it is the most beautiful town that I have ever seen, mountains at the back and the sea in front, and long roads winding through decaying suburbs and beautiful woods.
Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.
A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.
Brevity may be the soul of wit, but not when someone's saying "I love you.
A poem is the realization of love. . . .
I am a pretty emotional person. Any act of kindness or unkindness moves me. When I see a romantic couple sitting by the beach, it moves me. I don't break down or crack under pressure, but I am just sensitive.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
Wowie zowie, love me do. Wowie zowie, and I'll love you, too.
My grandfather used to write one sentence every day in his journal: 'I love Anne more than ever today.' I think that was his meditation - keeping him in his marriage, and also his appreciation for it. It was very touching.
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore.
I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.
She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.
But remember this if nothing else: I love you more than there are words or stars. I love you more than there are thoughts and feelings. I love you more than there are seconds or moments gone or to come. I love you.
You can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.
