All Quotes By Tag: Romance
“Love is too precious to be ashamed of.”
“The first time he’d held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.”
“That’s when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you — without you asking.”
“And yes, I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces and purge him from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.”
“When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stand in front of you when other’s cast stones, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who will hold your hand when your sick, who thinks your pretty without makeup, the one who turns to his friends and say, ‘that’s her’, the one that would bear your rejection because losing you means losing his will to live, who kisses you when you screw up, watches the stars and names one for you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep…..you marry him all over again.”
“Time will make it worse! You’re…the other half of his soul. He’s never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will… you’ll never get over him. You’re going to wake up one day and realize what you’ve done, and you’re going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.”
“Statistically speaking, there is a 65 percent chance that the love of your life is having an affair. Be very suspicious.”
“It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.”
“What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.”
“Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge.”
“Lately I can’t help wanting usto be like other people.For example, if I were a smoker,you’d lift a match to the cigarettejust as I put it between my lips.It’s never been like thatbetween us: none of thateasy chemistry, no quick, half automaticflares. Everything between ushad to be learned.Saturday finds me broodingbehind my book, all my fantasiesof seduction run upagainst the rocks.Tell me againwhy you don’t likesex in the afternoon?No, don’t tell me–I’ll never understand younever understand us, America’s strangestloving couple: they neverdrink a bottle of wine togetherand rarely look at each other.Into each other’s eyes, I mean.”
“I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do — to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like.”
“Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.”
“Please, touch me, I pray.”
“We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.”