May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!
Is Valentine's Day a day to make cupcakes with your children? No, Valentine's is supposed to be a day about romantic love.
The notion that the public accepts or rejects anything in modern art is merely romantic fiction. The game is completed and the trophies distributed long before the public knows what has happened.
The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
Romantic love is an addiction.
Any kind of novelty or excitement drives up dopamine in the brain, and dopamine is associated with romantic love.
Anthropologists have found evidence of romantic love in 170 societies. They've never found a society that did not have it.
I think romantic love evolved to enable you to focus your mating energy on just one individual at a time, thereby conserving mating time and energy.
Romantic love allows you to focus mating energy. Attachment sustains that relationship as long as necessary to raise your baby.
When you're in the throes of this romantic love, it's overwhelming - you're out of control, you're irrational, you're going to the gym at 6 A.M. every day - Why? Because she's there.
He's like a drug for you, Bella.
Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
Falling in love is not an extension of one's limits or boundaries; it is a partial and temporary collapse of them.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Gone were my girlish ideas about romantic love and my later ideas about sexual love. From Yi, I learned to appreciate deep-heart love. Peony in Love
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.
Oh I believe in loving cats and dogs and children and parents – sometimes – but I don’t believe in romantic love. Of course, there’s the momentary rush of hormones and chemicals that encourages us to mate, but it’s biology – it’s no more inherently mystical than the nicotine in that cigarette you’re smoking
You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.
All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
Obviously, if I was serious about having a relationship with some one long-term, the last people I would introduce him to would be my family.
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.
I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough.
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