All Quotes By Tag: Romance
“ A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.”
“Had he but turned back then, and looked out once more on to the rose-lit garden, she would have seen that which would have made her own sufferings seem but light and easy to bear–a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love and as soon as her light footstep had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade, where her tiny hand had rested last.”
“Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn’t want to hear Jerome chastise me for my “all lowlifes, all the time” seduction policy. I wanted to come home and tell someone about my day. I wanted to go out dancing on the weekends. I wanted to take vacations together. I wanted someone to hold me when I was upset, when the ups and downs of the world pushed me too far. I wanted someone to love. ”
“You deserve someone better than me. Someone young and idealistic…someone who can experience things for the first time along with you. I’m not always kind, and I have more faults than I’d care to name. All I can promise is that I’ll want you until my last breath.”
“In any relationship in which two people become one, the end result is two half people.”
“I’d run my whole life long to reach you; paddle my way across Atlantic and Pacific; traverse Jungle and Desert to find you; climb cliffs and drop from the sky to rescue you. Anything to be close to you. Any way to say I love you.”
“And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can’t tell the difference, I’m never quite certain whether or not I’m actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I said to myself. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you’re a blur that blends into the background. Run, Juliette, run faster, run until your bones break and your shins split and your muscles atrophy and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and it beat too fast for too long and you run.Run run run until you can’t hear their feet behind you. Run until they drop their fists and their shouts dissolve in the air. Run with your eyes open and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Juliette.Run until you drop dead. Make sure your heart stops before they ever reach you. Before they ever touch you.Run, I said.”
“It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.”
“Love is giving up control. It’s surrendering the desire to control the other person. The two—love and controlling power over the other person—are mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.”
“She threw up her hands. “All right. Why not?” Why not?” Sure.” His arms fell to his sides. “That’s it? I pour my heart out. I love you so much I’ve got freakin’ tears in my eyes. And all I get in return is ‘Why not’?” What did you expect? Am I supposed to fall all over you just because you’ve finally come to your senses?” Would it be too much to ask?”…He’d begun to glare at her again, his eyes growing stormier by the minute.”When do you think you might be ready? To fall all over me, that is.”
“I want to be with you forever and beyond…”
“If you loved someone, you couldn’t let lies come between you. No matter what happened—even if you’d already lost each other forever—you owed each other the truth.”
“Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.”
“Al margen del paréntesis en el pulso constante que manteníamos desde que nos habíamos conocido, yo creía seguir teniendo claro lo que me convenía. Hubiera firmado en ese mismo instante por una aventura de una noche con algún tipo guapo y amable, algo que devolviera mi corazón a la vida, que me mostrara que los para siempre no existen pero los aquí y ahora no están tan mal. Porque seguir esperando el amor perfecto me resultaba pueril y ya había descubierto que la ingenuidad solo se traduce en dolor y heridas que nunca terminan de cicatrizar.”
“Sensuality often hastens the “Growth of Love” so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.”