Romantic Love Quotes

“Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another--physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.”
― Toni Morrison

“Though no one notices at the time, in-loveness obliterates the humanity of the beloved. One does a curious kind of insult to another by falling in love with him, for we are really looking at our own projection of God, not at the other person. If two people are in love, they tread on star dust for a time and live happily ever after—that is so long as this experience of divinity has obliterated time for them. Only when they come down to earth do they have to look at each other realistically and only then does the possibility of mature love exist. If one person is in love and the other not, the cooler one is likely to say, "We would have something better between us if you would look at me rather than at your image of me.”
― Robert A. Johnson, Owning Your Own Shadow: Understanding the Dark Side of the Psyche

“Just because you’re my Princess doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you like a slut.”
― Ella Dominguez, Continental Life

“Like the moon shining bright
Up high with all its grace,
I can only show you at night
And hide half of my face.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine

“A person who is another man's slave is better than one who is a slave to lust.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“True love doesn't grow on you, feed on you, drain you and spoil your heart. It nourishes, waters the soul and intensifies in absenses long and short.”
― C. Nzingha Smith, Lust Have Recipes, Aphrodisiac Cookbook

“Then you're mine," she said in desperation. "Then you belong to me."

"With everything I am”
― Christine Feehan, Turbulent Sea

“Love. I'm not capable of it, can't even approach it from the side, let alone head-on. Nor am I alone in this—everyone is like this, the liars. Singing songs and painting pictures and telling each other stories about love and its mysteries and marvelous properties, myths to keep morale up—maybe one day it'll materialize. But I can say it ten times a day, a hundred times, 'I love you,' to anyone and anything, to a woman, to a pair of pruning shears. I've said it without meaning it at all, taken love's name in vain and gone dismally unpunished. Love will never be real, or if it is, it has no power. No power. There's only covetousness, and if what we covet can't be won with gentle words—and often it can't—then there is force.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox

“Heartland
Now that we’ve given our hearts away
With the bric-a-brac, we want them back.
Now we look for them secondhand,
Someone else’s, in the old songs,
The slowly unfolding novels
We never had time for. Hearts
That taught themselves to fly;
…overstuffed hearts, still leaking
Downy secrets like feathers.

We want someone to say,
‘I give you my heart’, meaning,
‘Summer and winter’, meaning
‘All my time in the this world’…”
― Lisel Mueller, Alive Together

“I have a lot of friends who are positive life isn't worth living without True Love Forever. They're always on the prowl and sulk against the gods when they go to a party and don't fall in love. Women, especially, engage themselves in ghastly self-inflicted tortures for which they've been primed since childhood. After all, historically it's always been dreadful for women, and the logic given them was "It's going to be dreadful so you may as well learn to enjoy it.”
― Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, & L.A.

“You can always spot a woman in love, that temporary type of lucid beauty… Her eyes are focused and she is gazing inwards… lips curved in the subtlest of smiles… She
radiates the world’s unknown, and the aura that shields her makes you move away when you pass her by… You feel that
she cannot be accidentally touched.”
― Dr jasmine, Love, Demystified

“มิเห็นต้องใช้เตียงเลย
...แค่เมียพี่ขอ ที่ใดก็ได้”
― คราม, ใจขังเจ้า

“It was a cliché of romantic love, but no less painful for that: the stronger my feelings, the more remote and unattainable Miranda appeared.”
― Ian McEwan, Machines like Me

“It makes her wonder if love is just an illusion, one that disappears when reality gets too dark. No, she decides. Love is real. The love she feels for her baby daughters is real. But romantic love - maybe that's all an illusion.”
― Shari Lapena, The End of Her

“I never told you the details of how Cea and I started dating...I was worried and embarrassed back then about my decided lack of interest, in, well, everybody. I went out on date, well that part doesn’t really matter Cecilia was auditing a company representing at the time and there was a court case involved so we spent a lot of time together and became friends. Everything else, dating and being attracted to her, that followed after.”
“What are you saying here?“ Kai asks.
“I’m saying,“ I take a step closer, “ that I don’t get attracted to people that easily. In fact, it almost never happens. So I don’t think we can draw any fundamental conclusions about my sexuality. And maybe we don’t have to. I’ve never felt the need to label myself before, so why can’t I say I am more attracted to you and anyone else?”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“His answering smile broke her heart. It was that secret, warm smile that made his eyes sparkle. The smile he only reserved for her.”
― Daevastanner, A Court of Light and Melody

“His eyes across the room are MINE; I swim in them – there
is no barrier. I don’t know what it’s called but it just flows – from him to I. I wonder – what’s his name…?”
― Dr Jasmine, Love, Demystified

“We've had to walk up some big mountains to get us to today, but there's no one else I'd rather traverse the rocky terrains with than this man right here.”
― Rose Monroe, Always Mine

“Sometimes we do things for people we love, even though we wouldn’t choose to do those things for ourselves.”
― Collen Hoover

“Your special someone!

In the vastness of her inner mind,
In the confines of her selective memories,
In the visions of her eyes refined,
I want to discover our love stories,

In the blinking of her eyelids,
In the movement of her hands,
In the flickering of her lips and their deliberate wet slides,
I wish to create our empire of love lands,

In the mere act of her standing and doing nothing,
Just standing there staring at time,
In her thoughts, in her feelings, and in her everything,
I want to be her companion, or a mere shadow always cast on her moment of time,

In the idleness of her mind and its moments of thinking,
In the days of her life and the nights of her dreams,
In the smile that springs from her face when her beautiful eyes are blinking,
I wish to be her happy dreams and those infinite love beams,

In her playful mood, in her pensive moments,
In her feelings that originate from somewhere within her,
In her heart beats and her life’s pavements,
I want to be her blissful destiny, just like a feeling always living within her,

In the moments of her secret confessions,
When her heart secretly talks to her mind,
In her secret love breeding sessions,
I wish to be her passion, her emotion, her feeling, her everything that she wishes to find,

In her North, her South, her East and in her West,
In her quest to seek her moment of glory,
In the adventures of her heart where she is the best,
I wish to be the beginning and the end of her life’s every story,

In the day when she is awake,
And during the night when she is asleep,
In the silence of her mind, where she, her darling worlds does make,
I wish to be her treasure, her feelings, that always towards me leap,

In the sensitivity of her actions,
In the beauty that glows on her beautiful face,
In her simple, yet charming attractions,
I wish to be that ingredient of eternal grace,




In the silence of her room,
In the tender fluttering of her window curtains,
In the beauty of her Summer bloom,
I wish to be her heart’s only happy bulletins,

In the tip-toeing of her feet,
In the humming of her favorite song,
In the relaxing rhythm of her every heart-beat,
I wish to be her movement, leading her to my heart and memories, where she truly does belong,

In the feelings of her passionate kiss,
In the passions of her midnight dreams,
In the moments of her sensual bliss,
I wish to be her desire, and the loveliest dream, that so real seems,

In the sunshine of the beautiful Summer day,
In the calm of the warm Summer night,
In the sweet corner of her room, where, she her dreams of passion does display,
I wish to be her anxiety, and her love’s delight,

In that every thought where she thinks of someone,
In that step that she takes towards that special someone,
In her need to be with someone,
Irma, I wish to be the only one, that special someone!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Nothing else cuts through the mist of my anguish like the sunflower of your smiles.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Romantic love is absolutely a maggot,” he countered, glancing back at his cousin once more. “It will inevitably spoil whatever it has infected.”
“With such romantic sentiments, one must wonder at your difficulty in ensnaring Miss Lethbridge,” Searle said cuttingly. “I would have expected her to be swooning at your feet by now. Whatever is the matter with her?”
“To the devil with you,” he said without heat. “You do not think me fool enough to call love a maggot to her directly, do you? Despite my opinion of such an impossible emotion, I will not lie to her. I am who I am, and she knows it. Indeed, I expect that is the reason for her reluctance.”
“Her reluctance or her refusal?” Searle was knowing. Damn him.
“Both,” he bit out.”
― Scarlett Scott, Duke of Debauchery

“The right one will count stars with you, not days.”
― Diksha Suman

“Romantic love is ecstasy and intoxication, but marriage is a long voyage.”
― Kosho Uchiyama, The Zen Teaching of Homeless Kodo

“Like seed thrown to the birds, like an evening paper one has finished reading! Your heart is a charade that the whole world has guessed.”
― Louis Aragon, Paris Peasant

“For as I am, I live upon the rack.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“I've waited so long for this.
You feel so fucking right.”
― Carley Fortune, This Summer Will Be Different

“Western culture has endlessly represented the ways in which love miraculously erupts in people’s lives, the mythical moment in which one knows someone is destined to us; the feverish waiting for a phone call or an email, the thrill that runs our spine at the mere thought of him or her. To be in love is to become an adept of Plato, to see through a person an Idea, perfect and complete.2 Endless novels, poems, or movies teach us the art of becoming Plato’s disciples, loving the perfection manifested by the beloved. Yet, a culture that has so much to say about love is far more silent on the no-less-mysterious moment when we avoid falling in love, where we fall out of love, when the one who kept us awake at night now leaves us indifferent, when we hurry away from those who excited us a few months or even a few hours ago. This silence is all the more puzzling as the number of relationships that dissolve soon after their beginning or at some point down along their emotional line is staggering.Perhaps our culture does not know how to represent or think about this because we live in and through stories and dramas, and “unloving” is not a plot with a clear structure. More often than not it does not start with an inaugural moment, a revelation. On the contrary, some relationships fade or evaporate before or soon after they properly started, while others end with slow and incomprehensible death.”
― Eva Illouz, El fin del amor: Una sociología de las relaciones negativas

“I am his moon, my thoughts around him turn,
By day and night his presence makes me yearn.
As moonlight wanes, so do I fade away,
And crave his love with every passing day.
His love, a tide that swells, then pulls apart,
On full moon’s rise it sweeps across my heart.
It lifts me high, then leaves me on the shore,
A fleeting gift that leaves me longing more.
Yet still I shine, though bound in distant skies,
A faithful glow reflected in his eyes.
Through darkest hours my silver beams remain,
Though wax and wane, my love shall not be vain.
For in his light my boundless dreams take flight,
I am his moon, forever in his sight.”
― Luffina Lourduraj

“Love is transformative, but it doesn't make sense to wait for romantic love to do the work of happiness for you.”
― Amy Key, Arrangements in Blue