Romantic Quotes - Page 20

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Other arms reach out to me, Other eyes smile tenderly, Still in peaceful dreams I see, The road leads back to you.

Maybe tonight, maybe tonight by the fire all alone you and I. Nothing around but the sound of heart and your sighs.

Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire.

Romantic love is the kite that catches the wind and tenaciously heads for the sky; wisdom is the string that tugs downward, holding it back

Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath.

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.

You make me want to be a better man.

The most passionate, consistent, extreme and implacable enemy of the Enlightenment and ... all forms of rationalism ... was Johann Georg Hamann. His influence, direct and indirect, upon the romantic revolt against universalism and scientific method ... was considerable and perhaps crucial.

Conductors' careers are made for the most part with 'Romantic' music. 'Classic' music eliminates the conductor; we do not remember him in it.

Anthropologists have found evidence of romantic love in 170 societies. They've never found a society that did not have it.

Romantic love allows you to focus mating energy. Attachment sustains that relationship as long as necessary to raise your baby.

Holding you, I held everything.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

I've spent a life time waiting for the right time, now that you're near, the time is here at last.

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

I'm very romantic, I'm extremely romantic. I date my wife.

Romantic love can be a lot of crap, though, let me tell you. And it can hurt you.

We all grew up so utterly vulnerable, enthralled by romantic love as we knew it. First of all, it was pounded into you every which way that you've got to get married and you've got to have babies. That you're not a natural woman if you don't. So that led to a lot of sitting by the telephone and waiting for a call. And that led you into a culture in which you were always in a subordinate position without realizing it; hamstrung, not able to take action. That was the most important thing: you were always waiting to be desired.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.