Romantic Quotes

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

We were together. I forget the rest.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Each time you happen to me all over again.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

I wish I knew how to quit you.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. Cee

some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.

Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

What will survive of us is love.

You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

Only passions, great passions can elevate the soul to great things.

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you.

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

I'm a hopeless romantic. It's disgusting. It really is. I've seen 'While You Were Sleeping', like, twenty times, and I still believe in the whole Prince Charming thing.

There is always something to be grateful for. Pure love has no conditions or boundaries. Love does not restrain itself or hold back. Love gives all the time and doesn't ask for anything in return. Love is a continuous flow without any limits. And all of this is inside you.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Love is being stupid together.

Marriage - a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

If you describe things as better than they are, you are considered to be a romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.

To love abundantly is to live abundantly, and to love forever is to live forever.

In a great romance, each person basically plays a part that the other really likes.

Classical, Romantic, and Baroque music, that's what I really like.

If you want to be loved, love and be loveable.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

In Romanticism, the main determinant is the mood, the atmosphere. And in that regard, you could also describe Schubert as a Romantic.

What Romantic terminology called genius or talent or inspiration is nothing other than finding the right road empirically, following one's nose, taking shortcuts.

We owe to the Middle Ages the two worst inventions of humanity - romantic love and gunpowder.

It's still feminine, but not in a romantic way. It's all about masculine and feminine, and being strong.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound...

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

The phrase 'off with the crack of the bat', while romantic, is really meaningless, since the outfielder should be in motion long before he hears the sound of the ball meeting the bat.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

With While You Were Sleeping, it was so much fun and such a Cinderella story, that I didn't want to do another romantic comedy. I wanted to do the opposite.

I have often been downcast, but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary I treat all the privations as amusing. I have made up my mind now to lead a different life from other girls and, later on, different from ordinary housewives. My start has been so very full of interest, and that is the sole reason why I have to laugh at the humorous side of the most dangerous moments.

The most successful marriages, gay or straight, even if they begin in romantic love, often become friendships. It's the ones that become the friendships that last.

I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes, and the wonder of it all is you just don't realize how much I love you.

Honor the ocean of love.

Most of my characters are romantic rather than sexual. I think that's an essential difference in my pictures. I think they are more accurate in portraying young people as romantic - as wanting a relationship, an understanding with a member of the opposite sex more than just physical sex.

Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.

But other vampire stories? Well, no, I really haven't read too many, and I can't say I'm crazy about romantic vampires anyway - to me the vampire is simply an evil monster.

It takes a kind of shabby arrogance to survive in our time, and a fairly romantic nature to want to.

If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.