Robert Herrick Quotes

I will always love red lips.

I could see myself in a relationship with a girl; Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands. She's mesmerizing.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

My inspiration is always love and history, and my passion to a fault is craftsmanship and responsibility. Those are the simplest things. It goes beyond jewelry. It's every part of my life.

I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded, but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry.

Lovely creatures in scarlet, dance with me!

The pleasure in lovers' gifts is that they are often covert and secretive, worn next to the skin, hidden under pillows.

Spanish women are so sexy. The way they move and talk drives me crazy!

Lady Jaye and I always thought black eyes were really sexy.

Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper Of warm lights and all-night vigil In the soft face of a girl: Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor! Even the pure immortals cannot escape you, And mortal man, in his one day's dusk, Trembles before your glory.

I always loved beauty and accessories, and it's always something I was passionate about.

We’re suckers for this, Sydney. Men. You’ve got me completely helpless right now. You’re so beautiful and alluring, and we guys can’t help ourselves. We fight wars for you, cajole you . . . and you put up with us. We have it easy here in bed.” She turned my face toward hers. “This wasn’t exactly difficult for me.” “But we still have it easy. You’re the strength, the pillars . . . our defenders, our children’s defenders.

The curves of your lips rewrite history.

I love women. I love all the bright and attractive people and things of this world, the flame and also the moth, the dancer and the dance.

Glamour looks eloquent but seldom talks.

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.

Only a man of inner silences becomes a creator. And we need more and more creative people in the world. Their very creativity, their very silence, their very love, their very peace will be the only way to protect this beautiful planet.

From Roman times to the present, Italy has been a country to fall in love with - a tribute to all that is enduring, crazy, pagan, joyous, melancholy, at once banal and divine, in the human spirit.