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“She is Crown (The Sonnet) Love her for all she is, Not just when she can please. She is the crown of your life, Not the fly of your jeans. Love her for all she is, Even when she hates herself. If you can't be the rock to her, It is you who needs help. Love her for all she is, Be the cushion to her failure. While all celebrate her triumph, You celebrate her even in disaster. Death can't do you part if you're never two. Love is what turns two minds into one truth.”

“If the stars have their say” If the stars have their say, we will collide again, our paths tangled like threads in an old story, crossing and uncrossing, finding each other in every lifetime. There is a kind of beauty in the ache, in the way we love like it’s war, fierce and unrelenting, holding on to fragments of us— the stolen glances, the touch that lingers, every moment heavy with the weight of almost and not quite. We love as if each second could be the last, as if our hearts were never meant to beat alone, and there’s nothing braver than letting ourselves remember, letting ourselves feel it all, again and again.”

“Like watercolors blurring together upon a canvas, they had formed something beautiful, something inseparable, their hues blending to create a brilliant new shade. It was warm and secure, a color soft as the sunrise, and she welcomed it, letting its light spill into her being.”

“I have killed for work, for money. I have killed for revenge when I went after the men who murdered my mother. I have killed for Lucille, for my lass. My Lucy. My little brute. Mo chreach bheag. So many names I have for her, yet none of them can truly capture my feelings for her. How strong and fiery and all-consuming they are. And I know without a doubt I’d do it again. I’d tear someone to pieces with my bare teeth if they tried to come close. I’d burn down the entire world if someone dared to take her from me or dared to hurt her. And I wouldn’t stop there. No, I would give my life.”

“My love When I look at you I see the person who has stolen my heart Snatched my soul In a moment I lost myself in you In your eyes I see mystery, oh those eyes I could stare at them all day. I could drown in your arms And melt with your kisses Oh my love I wish I would never part from you. My love my life is nothing without you in it My happiness, my companion, my best friend I couldn't have asked for a better love than yours.”

“Love’s space In the distance, not too far but far enough, I had once seen her walking with someone, And that single, casual visual encounter was enough, To think of her always and that mysterious someone, They walked for a while and then sat under a tree, There they spoke of past while they were still discovering the present, And I wondered of my own future under the tree, Long after they had left, when I was dealing with my own present, I had somehow anchored my likings on her, My thoughts always felt her presence, She was there under the tree and I was with her, Although in reality she was exploring her own present in that someone’s presence, Yet I loved to return to the tree and be there for hours, Thinking of her and the future that could be, Her and mine, just ours, and then it would create for us unending hours, I so deeply wished if it could be, only if it could be, The tree is there, the stream too, I am always there between the stream and the tree, They both know it too, But what I wish for the girl and myself, the stream wishes for the tree, So whenever I am under the tree thinking of her, The stream flows by looking at the motionless and stationary tree, And then both remind me of her, Both the stream and the tree, Now it is winter and the stream has frozen, Just like the tree, motionless and anchored in eternity of nowhere, And in me, just like the stream, her thoughts and feelings are frozen, Because she now is the everywhere and everything in my emotional state called nowhere, Like the stream that to express her feelings of love towards the never moving tree, Froze itself completely and turned still, To feel the feelings of her darling and ever still tree, That even in her frozen state she loves still, in ways silent and still, So I share the stream’s irony or maybe I share the trees stillness, Its silence, where it quietly discloses that it never moves anywhere because it loves the stream, That always flows through its roots of love, and when the tree feels this romantic stillness, It decides to lie anchored on the banks of the stream, to enjoy his love’s accessible stream, And I feel the same for her whenever I am under the tree, Or with the stream that flows beside it, For she still exists there, frozen for my sake by the always still tree, And her reflection too is frozen in the running water of the stream, and I love feeling the wonder of it, All of it, the stream, the tree, she; and her frozen reflection in the stream’s water, And whenever I am here, the tree bends a bit, the stream slows her pace, And I see her beautiful face in the flowing water, the stream’s clear water, And then I too slow down my life’s pace, in this love’s own space, where time always loses its pace!”

“Desert rose! Like the traveler who wants to go everywhere, Like the sunshine that falls on everything, I want to travel too, but in one direction, that can be anywhere, As long as it leads to you, because without you, the world means nothing, Like the desert I want to spread endlessly, Like the wind I desire to be free, And chase your mirages over sand dunes tirelessly, And then wherever you are, there I shall be, Like the desert let your love be clear and unobstructed, Like the calm of the desert let us spread everywhere, Then in this desert let everything else be restricted, Because I want it to be your representation everywhere, Like an oasis oozing from the bosom of the desert, Like the mirage of water to a thirsty desert wanderer on a hot day, Let your love just one feeling assert, That like an oasis you will flow through me everyday, Like the beautiful desert rose, Like the endless desert, Let your feelings of love within me repose, As I slowly, but surely into your devout disciple convert, Like it first my love, before you begin to love it, Like the desert rose then let me love you, And finally as I, my soul to you shall submit, Let me see the desert, the oasis and the desert rose, and eternity in you!”

“Love, she and me! She stood there waiting, And being an admirer of hers I thought she was waiting for me, She brushed her hair sideways, And like others I thought she was doing it for me, She walked with grace and well measured steps, And I thought she was walking towards me, She smiled and her shimmering lips parted slowly, And I thought they parted and shimmered to kiss me, She knelt a bit and looked at the ground, And I felt she was looking at my shadow and then at me, She spoke of some wonderful experiences she had, And I thought they were all due to me, She raised her eyes to stare at the midday Sun, And I felt in its gleaming rays she was discovering me, She called someone haply, And I wished if it were me, just me, She traveled to some favourite destination, And I wished if it were me, She confessed her heart gives rise to endless desires, And I so deeply wished, all her desires led to me, just me, She looked at the starry night and and closed her eyes to dream, How I wished all her dreams were about me, In the morning she woke up with fresh smile, And I hoped the smile always flashes only when she thinks of me, Then she ventured into the affairs of the day, And I wished her every step brought her closer to me, She often said her prayers and thought about God, And how I wished that her God thought of me, She was carrying a bouquet of roses yesterday, And I wondered for whom could it be? And wished it were for me, Then she walked away holding just one rose in her hand, And I hoped she dropped it in front of me, It is afternoon and she is walking towards me, Maybe it is just my imagination because I feel her true joy lies in being with me, But who cares whether it is my imagination or something I so deeply wish for me, That I want to love her, and spend the days thinking that she only loves me, She has walked by so many times, But she has never walked towards me, It is a dilemma alike the day and the night, where one would never know whether the day seeks night or the night seeks the day, So whenever she walks past me, I convince my heart she was walking towards me, A decade has passed and her mere glimpse still gladdens me, But today she walked up to me and said, “do you like me or you love me?” I stood there speechless, not that my feelings have turned numb, but my words were failing me, But somehow I managed to say, “I love you more than me!”

“You and everything! Everything and everyone can wait, As long as you are with me it is never late, For it is the Summer flowers that ought to worry, Because winter always seems to arrive in a hurry, But when you are beside me, who cares whether it is summer or winter, For we can create anything as long as we are together, So let the Sun rise Irma, and let it set, let the Moon shine and disappear, Because in your presence anything can reappear, Let it be night forever or a day that never ends, Because around you and for you everything without any hesitation bends, Let the world incriminate me for my belief, As long as you love me, I need not know or feel any other form of relief, Let the world pray to the Gods or who cares if it is a Godless world, Because in my universe there is a Goddess who creates for me a truly God fearing world, So, let everything end, or let everything begin, For when I am with you, I care not, whether I lose or win!”

“Illusions of a lover! Illusions have neither a past nor any present, They always seem to hang in the moments of the future, For when experienced one never knows what they mean or represent, But they always arise from the person’s conscience and the stature, As for those who are in love everything is an illusion, When with her even real appears more real, When not with her even real seems unreal, a sort of hallucination, A dawn of new reality where everything is surreal, Only her smiles, her charms, her kisses, and her deep eyes exist, And the heart seeks its indulgences in them, And ah how much like a wanton kid it does persist, To only chase her, and seek her as if she were the most precious gem, The sun peeps in from the still and motionless curtains, And the weary eyes open hoping its rays will bring her along, But then everything drowns in the loud calls of martins, Until every sound resembles her voice and her beautiful song, Then nothing exists, neither the Sun, nor the curtains, and not even martins, Only your song and your endless memories, And the heart dutifully warbles to mind these emotional bulletins, So, I rest my head on a pile of your feelings and bid farewell to all my worries! And now it is me and your feelings spread all over, The heart stops beating, the mind stops to think, For now Irma, begins the journey called forever, Where moments do not pass as eyes blink, Because the heart does not beat and the mind does not think, Making time irrelevant and unnecessary, And as in this moment called forever we sink, We now only seek what is necessary, You, your memories, your charms and your smiles, As this restful state extends into eternity, It marks an end of life’s tribulations and trials, Because now your feelings envelope me to create a new feeling of serenity!”

“Let it! It was lingering still in the air, Like a moment in time that refused to go anywhere, Her scent, and with it she seemed to spread everywhere, My heart had found her, though my eyes kept asking, “where, where?” The matters of heart that mind never comprehends, So to oblige the heart mind too pretends, And to oblige heart’s every wish now it its own logic bends, And ah the irony, that the heart in love never pretends, So I have to convince my eyes, my sense of touch, all senses of mine, To learn to be patient and wait like an aging bottle of wine, If they were to taste the feelings of love refined and fine, They better know it is the dear heart of mine, And if it seeks her in everything, Let it be so, and let it spare nothing, For it is the heart’s matter, the heart’s thing, Where sometimes, something resembles everything, Right now let it find some peace in just imagining about her, Let it behind the shadows romance her, Amble with her and serenade her, Maybe she is yet to accept that it loves her, just her!”

“Your memories Thoughts that travel from memories to mind, Many feelings and emotions they unwind, Almost like a stiff creeper vine that uncurls with first Spring shower, Your memories make me feel like a flower, That waits to feel clad in the Sunshine, And unwind just like the weary and twisted creeper vine, But right now there is neither you nor the Sun, but just the creeper, That grows on the surface of your imagination as your thoughts sink into me deeper and deeper, While I wait for you and the creeper waits for the rain drops, I hope this love affair with hoping and imagining someday stops, So that the creeper vines can gradually and forever unwind, So that you exist in the real world and not just in the memories of my mind!”

“Love me Irma! Love me today love me tomorrow, Love me now and love me then, Love me when I wish not to be touched by sorrow, Love me when I want to be felt by you, my darling woman, Love me when the Sun has set, Love me when the Moon shines in the sky, Love me with your lips wet, Love me often and not just by and by, Love me here and there too, Love me for who I am and let me love you for who you are, Love me everywhere or wherever you want to, Love me in times of peace and love me the same in war, Love me when I am tired and sleepy, Love me when the Sun rays dance upon me, Love me true and love me deeply, For that is how I wish you to love me!”

“People don’t have anniversaries for the day they fall in love.” “They should. I remember every day and every moment that was special with you. Love is fragile... a gift. And when you love someone, you should be the caretaker of their heart.” “Loving you has been the greatest gift I’ve ever been given. You know that, right?” Xuan nodded and then pulled me close to him as if to reply. The feel of his lips on my neck was like an electric shock, making the little hairs stand. “Stay still or I’ll ruin your makeup,” he whispered in my ear. “I don’t mind being fashionably late,” I suggested.”

“If the final chapter of your life story is written by love, you are guaranteed a happy ending.”

“When we finally release from our first kiss of the day, as the sweet taste of Helena’s mouth lingers on my tongue, I am left inebriated from not only the soft touch of her lips but also the warmth of her tongue as it danced around mine. I feel as if I have been sipping on the finest of champagnes and the bubbles have gone straight to my head. I open my eyes and the vision beneath me is a true beauty to wake up to. I gaze down upon her and as she beams me the most beautiful smile a multitude of harmonious new sensations surge through my veins. At an alarming rate they flow freely and as they reach my heart and pierce my soul, without any warning, I find myself free-falling into her encompassing aura. She looks up at me and sweetly asks, “Are you alright, Darius? You seem to be somewhere else.” I roll onto my side, rest on my elbow and cradle my cheek in the palm of my hand. “I am, baby. Do you think you find me?” ... She creases a little worried frown and tells me that she’s confused and she’s not sure if she can. I smile at her, give a little chuckle and reassure, “Don’t worry, I’ll find me.” She manages a half-smile so I slowly start to trace the outline of her heart with my finger. I press lightly into the centre of the invisible template drawn and whisper to her that I am hiding somewhere inside the precious place that is nesting beneath her blood and bones. I am in fact dwelling in her heart and I always will be. ©JL Thomas 2017”

“If you kiss her cheeks, she is your friend; if you kiss her lips, she is your lover; if you kiss her heart, she is your soul mate.”

“She has been all I’ve craved for what seems like an eternity. A long-awaited burst of life in a heart that’s been dead for so long. The fire to my wick. A throbbing pulse inside my veins. She’s beauty, in and out. Her name, Lucille, translates to light, and there has never been a name more suitable for anyone. She’s a beam of brightness in an otherwise dark and depressing world. Darkness and light. Dubh and Lucille. She pulls me with her into her light and I show her that there is beauty in darkness.”