Quote by Anne Boyd
In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity. - Anne Boyd

In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity. – Anne Boyd

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But I fear, my lot being cast in Scotland, that beauty would not be content. – Anne Boyd

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Anne Boyd
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I broke my nose in gym when a ball hit me. I took a girl to her debutante ball the next week wearing a tux and a big, honking bandage. Not the romantic night she had in mind. – Wentworth Miller

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People say the Lost Generation in a romantic sense, but I think it was tragic. They were really lost. – Corey Stoll

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Youre an actor, are you? Well, all that means is: you are irresponsible, irrational, romantic, and incapable of handling an adult emotion or a universal concept without first reducing it to something personal, material, sensational – and probably sexual! – George Herman

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Ooh, its too embarrassing to share my innermost romantic secrets – although I have written Danielle the odd poem. If anything they are more comedic than romantic. They used to be well-received but that was before she started studying Shakespeare at drama college. Now I feel so inept. – Gary Lineker

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