Best 1397 quotes in «romantic quotes» category

...this miserable trick the romantic plays upon himself: of setting just beyond his reach the very thing he prizes.

This life has no meaning to me now. Do not grieve for me, my dear. Up until the moment I lost her, I had a wonderful life. These moments now are the ones that are hard. I’m eager to depart this world and rejoin her in the next. Then, and only then, will I finally be at peace.

This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart, was something I had not experienced with any other woman.

This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken. Most likely his heart.

This was home. This was perfection. This was everything he'd never known he wanted. (Griff)

This typewriter is the only one that has listened to me throughout the years, the only one who wants to know the girl beneath my layers.

This world is too fast and the people are so busy they may never get the time to stop and admire you when they pass you by; and I'm afraid this will slowly make you forget how very beautiful you are. Never forget that, love. You're an angel. The most beautiful of all angels.

This was the last thing we needed. I was sure we made quite a pair, me in my evening gown and Milo in his bloodstained shirt. 'Let's hurry to the car, Milo.' I made a move to descend the front steps, ready to push my way through the crowd, but Milo stopped me with a hand on my arm. 'Just a moment, darling.' 'What is it?' 'Let's give them something to put in the gossip columns first, shall we?' And he pulled me to him and kissed me thoroughly in the blinding glare of the flashbulbs.

This was the kind of romantic moment any man, dead or alive, would remember forever. A thread of magic that would become stitched inside of a freeze frame of memory.

This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?

Thou doth not know the tragedy of a tale between two hearts till the tears of a forgotten love dissolve into the scars of yearning and seep through the cracks of the broken, leaving behind a trail of crimson for all but one to see.

Though I may have been a misfit, I was also a romantic.

Through his eyes she was made of stardust.

Thunderstorms, Hurricanes, Tornadoes, And then you, A catastrophe I could call my own!

Time change - Moments don't.

Time moves quickly In the blink of an eye You're gone Do you miss me Feels like yesterday We were on Blissfully Grab your chin With my palm Kiss your cheek

Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the gates to dive deep through away to horizons with no return...

To a man, professional soldiers despised terrorists, and each would dream about getting them in an even-up-battle; the idea of the Field of Honor had never died for the real professionals. It was the place where the ultimate decision was made on the basis of courage and skill, on the basis of manhood itself, and it was this concept that marked the professional soldier as a romantic, a person who truly believed in the rules.

To a woman sexual intimacy is more a tool to get mentally close to her partner than merely a means to physical pleasure.

To be a devil isn't so bad; to be a devil that can still see beauty, still remember what it was like to be in the sight of the most holy, now that was an obscenity, and that was what I was.

To enjoy a peaceful & Beautiful Life We should open our 'EYE' and Close our 'I

To be successful in life , Plan, Implement, Revise, Update, and Build on Change.

Today i want to talk to you, and you don't have time. Tomorrow you would desperately want to talk to me and I won't be around

To every woman waiting for her knight in shining armor, don't lose hope. He will come. In the mean time, don the armor, shine bright and be your own knight.

To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy altogether.

To make love last, you've got to treat it like the ultimate poker hand; you've got to go all in.

Tom. Tom, look at me. Has Nora agreed to marry you?" "No, but she will because she has to.

Tom, how many children do you think I have to have before I figure out you get them by having sex?" "Of course there would be protection," he offered. "Tons of it.

Tonight shall be the very beginning.' 'Was it?' 'It shall be. For me.' 'My beginning was the albatrosses.' 'That is a good beginning; I am glad it is yours. Tonight shall be mine.' 'Ought we to have different ones?' 'Different beginnings? I think we must.' 'Will there be more of them?' 'A great many more. Are your eyes closed?' 'Yes. Are yours?' 'Yes. Though it's so dark it hardly makes a difference.' 'I feel—more than myself.' 'I feel—as though a new chamber of my heart has opened.' 'Listen.' 'What is it?' 'The rain.

Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn’t be let off the hook.

True love doesn't have an expiry date; it is eternal.

Travelling to new worlds, experiencing strange sights, sounds and tasting the unknown becomes ever more delightful when shared...

True Relations never break and relation which breaks were never true

Treat me well and I will tell... Treat me bad and I feel sad. Treat me good, change my mood. Treat me sweet and call it quits!

True love is the person you lay your eyes on that you will be with forever.

—Tu-dijiste que querías a-amistad. —Sí —dice, traga—. Lo hice. Lo hago. Yo quiero ser tu amigo. —Él asiente y me doy cuenta del ligero cambio en el aire entre nosotros—. Quiero ser el amigo que cae perdidamente enamorado. El que te tiene en sus brazos y en su cama y que en tu mundo privado se mantiene atrapado en tu cabeza. Yo quiero ser esa clase de amigo —dice—. El que va a memorizar las cosas que dices, así como la forma de tus labios cuando las dices. Quiero conocer cada curva, cada peca, cada estremecimiento de tu cuerpo, Juliette… —No. —Me quedo sin aliento—. N-no sé qué decir… No sé qué voy a hacer si él sigue hablando. No sé lo que voy a hacer y no confío en mí misma. —Quiero saber dónde tocarte —dice—. Quiero saber cómo tocarte. Quiero saber cómo convencerte para diseñar una sonrisa sólo para mí. —Siento su pecho subiendo, bajando, arriba y abajo, arriba y abajo—. Sí —dice—. Yo quiero ser tu amigo. —Él dice: —Quiero ser tu mejor amigo en el mundo entero.

Twas hard to dislike a man she so enjoyed in bed. Twas harder still to dislike one who kept showing her a more gentle side to his nature

Tu sei altezzoso, sarcastico, egocentrico e presuntuoso, e per quanto non ci sia nulla di positivo in tutto ciò, è quello che ti rende così affascinante.

Two powerful factors which creates difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it are EGO and Attitude

Two princes. Fine men indeed. But neither is the prince of my heart.

Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.

Unconventional may be just what this world needs to recover from the tragedy that has beset it. And dreams . . . dreams are only worth pursuing when we have the right person by our side, sí? And the right person is the one who encourages. Who chases the dream along with you.

Voleva vederla subito, e toccarla, respirare tra i suoi capelli e averla tutta per sé, immediatamente. «Vieni.» bisbigliò, in modo impercettibile. «Cosa?» «Vieni subito da me, Emily.»

Understanding knowledge as an essential element of love is vital because we are bombarded daily with messages that tell us love is about mystery, about that which cannot be known. We see movies in which people are represented as being in love who never talk with one another, who fall into bed without ever discussing their bodies, their sexual needs, their likes and dislikes. Indeed, the message is received from the mass media is that knowledge makes love less compelling; that it is ignorance that gives love its erotic and transgressive edge. These messages are brought to us by profiteering producers who have no clue about the art of loving, who substitute their mystified visions because they do not really know how to genuinely portray loving interaction.

Un soir qu'ils étaient couchés l'un près de l'autre, comme elle lui demandait d'inventer un poème qui commencerait par je connais un beau pays, il s'exécuta sur-le-champ. Je connais un beau pays Il est de l'or et d'églantine Tout le monde s'y sourit Ah quelle aventure fine Les tigres y sont poltrons Les agneaux ont fière mine À tous les vieux vagabonds Ariane donne des tartines. Alors, elle lui baisa le la main, et il eut honte de cette admiration.

Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing; but here it is the city singing. Listen, then, to this chorus of bell-towers - diffuse over the whole the murmur of half a million people - the eternal lament of the river - the endless sighing of the wind - the grave and distant quartet of the four forests placed upon the hills, in the distance, like immense organpipes - extinguish to a half light all in the central chime that would otherwise be too harsh or too shrill; and then say whetehr you know of anything in the world more rich, more joyous, more golden, more dazzling, than this tumult of bells and chimes - this furnace of music - these thousands of brazen voices, all singing together in flutes of stone three hundred feet high, than this city which is but one orchestra - this symphony which roars like a tempest.

Wait. Did you just call me brave and beautiful? -Loki

Wäre ich ein Zimmermann, würde ich dir ein Fenster zu meiner Seele zimmern. Wenn du hineinschauen würdest, sähest du dich selbst in der Scheibe gespiegelt. Und dann wüsstest du, dass meine Seele ein Spiegelbild von deiner ist.

Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There's a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever's waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling, out against the great dark backdrop of the great unknown.

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell. Falling in love is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin. Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze, staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud, from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream. "You