Romantic Quotes - Page 11

What am I to you?’
Sophiel smiled.
‘The sun. You are my sun, like Astrid said. My sun, that lights up my life. That looks after me with its fiery rays. I only have to turn towards it for it to set fire to my heart.

I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it.

There’s a pause so yawning I can’t help but think about what it would be like to lean in and kiss her, but if I’m getting the signals wrong then I’m about to destroy the best run we’ve had all evening. It’s been at least ten minutes since I’ve done or said anything stupid.

my brain said out loud that I love you, & my heart asked why.. and my brain said because.. and my heart said be more specific, and so my brain held up a picture of your smile to show my heart, and my heart fell in love with you too.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Lucien?”
“Yes, Alice?”
Her heart was pounding, but she willed herself to muster the courage to reach out to him - unpredictable, dangerous as he was. “I think it’s real.

I'm Tiny And My Reach Is Limited. I Can Give YOU Only What I Have And Surely When I Give, I Don't Keep Anything For Me. To YOU, It's Nothing Probably As YOU've Got Everything. My Everything Would Be Unnoticed. It Seems Like "A Rain Drop To The Ocean".... (From The Romantic Story "Reflection of The Rainbow")....

I'll always be here waiting for you," he said, touching my chest with his fingertips, drawing a shape of a heart.

I Don't Write Because God Gives Me A Fresh Word Everyday, I write Because of The Words He Has Already Spoken Yesterday That Changed Today.

Few people when meet first time they feel that meeting each other was the purpose of their life.

History is not a nightmare from which I am trying to awaken, but rather, a glorious tale which I wish to be cast in.

There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me.

Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,” he added. “Another red-letter day in history.

Love is the reflection of a broken heart in a shattered mirror...

All I want is to love you and fill you with happiness.

God takes great joy in the passionate romantic love between a husband and wife.

In a materialistic society, there’s no such a thing as a ‘romantic’ broke man.

Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no longer only share love. They also share all of the pain, heartache, sorrow, and grief.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

When she was a child,
my love carried a road map in her hand
the way other girls carried handkerchiefs.