Romantic Quotes - Page 18

True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.

I took a photo of us, mid-embrace. When I am old and alone I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.

Psychologists maintain that the dizzy feeling of intense romantic love lasts only about 18 months to-at best-three years

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.

But I gotta say, oh, baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

I am not a perfectionist, but still I seek perfection. I am not a great romantic, but yet I yearn 4 affection

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

My soul may be returned to the heavens but my heart will remain with you for all eternity.

Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.

Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together... and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home... only to no home I'd ever known... I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like... magic. - Sleepless in Seattle

Love ... is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else.

That softness around your eyes, a softness in your face. Almost the way you feel when you’re about to start crying. That, to me, is love. It can be romantic love, it can be friendship love, it can be family love, it can be love for a chipmunk. It can be love for anything.

I found a piece of paradise to call my own, and life is worth living again, for to love you, to me, is to live.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

Some tension is necessary for the soul to grow, and we can put that tension to good use. We can look for every opportunity to give and receive love, to appreciate nature, to heal our wounds and the wounds of others, to forgive, and to serve.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

I like you very much. Just as you are.

I'm a romantic, and we romantics are more sensitive to the way people feel. We love more, and we hurt more. When we're hurt, we hurt for a long time.

The reason why the romantic love relationship is such an intense and universally sought-after experience is that it seems to offer liberation from a deep-seated state of fear, need, lack, and incompleteness that is part of the human condition in its unredeemed and unenlightened state.

I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is.. She call and tell me 'be here before the sun up', I be dressed before we hung up