Romantic Quotes

Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.We find an hour together, spend it not on flowersor wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hairlike treasure on the ground; the Midas lightturning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for herewe are millionaires, backhanding the nightso nothing dark will end our shining hour,no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spithung from the blade of grass at your ear,no chandelier or spotlight see you better litthan here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

~ Carol Ann Duffy

Dr Allendy said that it was necessary to become equal to life, that the romantic was defeated by life, really died of it, whether by tuberculosis in the old days, or by neurosis today. I had never thought before of the connection between neurosis and romanticism. Wanting the impossible? Dying when unable to reach it? Not wanting to compromise?

~ Anaïs Nin

I want to kiss you.” It was rather magical, she thought, how those five simple words, said in his lovely deep voice, could set her aflame, like a lamp tipped over and burning up everything in sight. She said: “Well, kiss me then.” “How imperious you are.” He smiled, came close, and set his hand gently under her chin. He bent and touched his lips to hers, lightly, sweetly, and it was as if her whole being rushed to meet him in his kiss. It was light, sweet, tender, caressing, demanding, and fiery hot all at once. How did he do that? There was absolutely no doubt about it. He was an excellent kisser. She could easily get used to this.

~ Lisa Berne

Tenar, I go where I am sent. I follow my calling. It has not yet let me stay in any land for long. Do you see that? I do what I must do. Where I go, I must go alone. So long as you need me, I’ll be with you in Havnor. And if you ever need me again, call me. I will come. I would come from my grave if you called me, Tenar! But I cannot stay with you.

~ Ursula K. Le Guin

Lost in the impossible pleasure of finding that soul and body that fits up perfectly to yours, lost in the starburst patterns that wait behind their eyelids when all that matters is that they are both here, now, for as long as they can be.

~ Kay Simone

I tend the mobile nowlike an injured birdWe text, text, textour significant words.I re-read your first,your second, your third,look for your small xx,feeling absurd.The codes we sendarrive with a broken chord.I try to picture your hands,their image is blurred.Nothing my thumbs presswill ever be heard.Text

~ Carol Ann Duffy

When did your namechange from a proper nounto a charm?Its three vowelslike jewelson the thread of my breath.Its consonantsbrushing my mouthlike a kiss.I love your name.I say it again and againin this summer rain.I see it,discreet in the alphabet,like a wish.I pray itinto the nighttill its letters are light.I hear your namerhyming, rhyming,rhyming with everything.Name

~ Carol Ann Duffy

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllableslike a charm, like a spell.Falling in loveis glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heartlike a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at meas I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you areon the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.You

~ Carol Ann Duffy

Give me, you said, on our very first night,the forest. I rose from the bed and went out,and when I returned, you listened, enthralled,to the shadowy story I told.Give me the river,you asked the next night, then I’ll love you forever.I slipped from your arms and was gone,and when I came back, you listened, at dawn,to the glittering story I told.Give me, you said, the goldfrom the sun. A third time, I got up and dressed,and when I came home, you sprawled on my breast,for the dazzling story I told.Give me,the hedgerows, give me the fields,I slid from the warmth of our sheets, and when I returned, to kiss you from sleep,you stirred at the story I told.give me the silvery cold,of the moon. I pulled on my boots and my coat,but when i came back, moonlight on your throatoutshone the story I toldGive me, you howledon our sixth night together, the wind in the trees.You turned to the wall as I left,and when I came home, I saw you were deafto the blustering story I told.Give me the sky, all the spaceit can hold. I left you, the last night we loved,and when I returned, you were gone with the gold,and the silver, the river, the forest, the fields,and this is the story I’ve told.Give

~ Carol Ann Duffy

In the infinity and chaos that swirls around them, they have fulfilled their purposes: to live their lives with less suffering, to further humanity's forays into the inhospitable void, to love one another unconditionally, endlessly.

~ Kay Simone

You fault me for having standards?' Sebastian countered icily.'Not at all. I fault you for having two sets of them.'~ Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent & Cam Rohan.

~ Lisa Kleypas

... you only know what I want you to know, you only see what I want you to see....Wade: I don't care! I am in love with your mind, with the person you are. I couldn't care about the packaging.

~ Ernest Cline

There isn't enough paper in the world to write all the poems you inspire in me.

~ Rae D. Magdon

Thou doth not know the tragedy of a tale between two hearts till the tears of a forgotten love dissolve into the scars of yearning and seep through the cracks of the broken, leaving behind a trail of crimson for all but one to see.

~ Raneem Kayyali

I’ll miss you as well.” He glanced at her breasts. “So much.”She laughed. “Hurry back to me then.

~ Laurann Dohner

It's really difficult to pretend that you are happy when you actually are not in a state to face someone!!

~ Sachin Jha

And the dusk in my heartBecomes lightWhen youLook toward me…

~ Rehmat Changaizi

There's no getting rid of you. You are already in my bloodstream and woven into the marrow of my bones.

~ Lindsey Ouimet

He didn't pick her, you don't choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.

~ C.j. Carlyon

I sighed immersed in a sleeping sea. A ripple that turned into waves and then storm, stirring and blending our troubled waters

~ Luca Ferrarini

I take you as my queen, to protect and honor, to be my light in darkness, my courage in fear, my healing in sickness, my riches in need, my peace in war, my life in death. In token I present to you my sword by which I so swear from this hour henceforth, until death take me or the world end. I name you now Calista Vandal.” (Hero's wedding vow to his bride.)

~ Ashlyn Macnamara

What is the world, except that which we feel? Love, and hope, and delight, or sorrow and tears; these are our lives, our realities, to which we give the names of power, possession, misfortune, and death.

~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

There's no pretending, I love you and I will love you until the day i die and if there's a life after that I will love you then.

~ Cassandra Clare

Husbands and wives need to return regularly to the kinds of romantic activities that drew them together in the first place.

~ James C. Dobson

Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.

~ Naomi Wood

The chandelier's teardrop crystals twinkled above them like stars. It was easy to imagine that they were miles away from London, and that only the two of them existed.

~ Anna Bennett

Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you.”She sighed. “Such a romantic.

~ Kate Meader

Yeah. I left something here that I love.

~ Abbi Glines

So, does that make me your girlfriend?”“Do you want to be?”“I’ve never liked that word, actually. It sounds so juvenile. ”He shot her a worried look. “Is there another term you’d prefer?”“I’ve always liked ‘companion of my heart’. Or ‘my better half’. Or maybe even ‘the sun in my universe’.

~ Mary Jane Hathaway

Our hearts have already been broken. Maybe I can help to heal hers, even if it means ripping mine to shreds when she leaves and I have to say good-bye.

~ Debra Doxer

Hey, Noah?”“Yes?” he says sweetly.“Why do you call me Snowflake?”He steps closer and runs one finger along my cheek, making my skin tingle in its wake. “Because you’re just like a snowflake. Beautiful and unique, and with one touch you’ll be wet.

~ Kendall Ryan

Nothing with this woman was meant to be rushed. She was like a fine wine that only improved with age and time. Time she hadn’t been given growing up, but I’d waited close to a year.I could wait some more.

~ Rachel Blaufeld

What I’m not going to bite it…are you mad?” he said breathlessly.“JUST BITE IT DAM IT!” I said forcefully.“ALRIGHT…GEES…just no lady ever asked me to bite it before…and besides mum says it’s not nice!” he said nervously.

~ Nicole Eglinger

I pressed inside her, inch by inch, gazing into her face. Her beauty. Mesmerizing. I was awed that I was inside her . . . or nearly. When I came to the barrier of her virginity, I met her eyes, full of trust and wonder, and whispered, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sweet Lydia. Mo Chroí. And then I pressed inside, tearing her. She cried out in pain. I wanted to comfort her, but it felt so blessedly good that I could only bring my forehead to hers, holding myself still by sheer force of will, gritting my teeth to stop myself from thrusting, while she became used to my invasion. Why did it have to be that something that felt so wonderful to me hurt her?

~ Mia Sheridan

You're my change of skin/ my summer-winter-fall/ I spring to follow you/ this loss is beautiful

~ Maggie Stiefvater

Hopes were high. But just like a balloon pushed past its breaking point, hope is fragile. One lungful of air too many and the balloon bursts leaving ugly, shriveled fragments behind, impossible to piece back together.

~ Adriane Leigh

He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, though not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.

~ Vladimir Nabokov

Living in a castle is objectively romantic.

~ Lev Grossman

I'm not always the best at expressing myself to you, so I'm taking advantage of the fact that I will be completely unresponsive when you read this, and therefore incapable of messing things up

~ Amy Plum

It’s the same as when I broke the melding bond. Our love doesn’t trump the millions of people in the seven worlds. We must think of the greater good.”He pulled back from me and before I could blink he held my chin in his gentle grip. “And I will tell you again, Abigail, that nothing trumps our love. Nothing.

~ Jaymin Eve