Romantic Love

He whom love touches not walks in darkness

As wolves love lambs so lovers love their loves.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Love is music, and sex is only the instrument.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

Love is a reality which is born in the fairy region of romance.

My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning— nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons.

A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss.

When men and women pick one another up for just a bit of fun, they find they’ve picked up more than they bargained for, because men and women have a top story as well as a ground floor, and you can’t have the one without the other.

The allurement that women hold out to men is precisely the allurement that Cape Hatteras holds out to sailors: they are enormously dangerous and hence enormously fascinating.

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.

Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.

If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than friendship.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

All love that has not friendship for its base, Is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Love . . . dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never a natural death. Every lover should be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love.

Love must be as much a light as a flame.

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!

Life is like a beautiful flirt, whom we love and to whom, finally, we grant every condition she imposes as long as she doesn’t leave us.

A man’s kiss is his signature.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath sworn nearer by; a promise made With greater certainty; a vow which seeks To make itself more binding; a rosy dot Placed on the “i” in loving; ’tis a secret Told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

Lips that taste of tears, they say Are the best for kissing.