Are you conscious of the restful influence which the stars exert? To me they are the most soothing things in Nature. I am proud to say that I don’t now the name of one of them. The glamour and romance would pass away from them if they were all classified and ticketed in one’s brain. But when man is hot and flurried, and full of his own little ruffled dignities and infinitesimal misfortunes, then a star bath is the finest thing in the world.
—Arthur Conan Doyle (1859–1930) Scottish Writer
And think not you can Direct the course of love, For love, If it finds you worthy, Directs your course
—Kahlil Gibran (1883–1931) Lebanese-born American Philosopher, Poet, Painter, Theologian, Sculptor
The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman’s heart.
—Josiah Gilbert Holland (1819–81) American Editor, Novelist
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons; They never really loved each other, or they love each other still.
—Indian Proverb
Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.
—Denis Diderot (1713–84) French Philosopher, Writer
You are what happened hen I wished upon a star.
—Unknown
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
—Federico Fellini (1920–93) Italian Filmmaker
To wait an Hour-is long-
If Love be just beyond-
To wait Eternity-is short-
If Love reward the end
—Emily Dickinson (1830–86) American Poet
My love for you is a journey; Starting at forever, And ending at never.
—Unknown
Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.
—Andy Warhol (1928–87) American Painter, Printmaker, Film Personality
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labour, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories?
—George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans) (1819–80) English Novelist
The secret of love is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of your romance.
—Unknown
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) German Poet
A heart truly in love never loses hope but always believes in the promise of love, no matter how long the time and how far the distance.
—Indian Proverb
You say that love is nonsense….I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one’s nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
—Henry Adams (1838–1918) American Historian, Man of Letters
The proof of true love is to be unsparing in criticism.
—Moliere (1622–73) French Playwright
Never close your lips to those to whom you have opened your heart.
—Charles Dickens (1812–70) English Novelist
You shine very brightly in my heart, and in my mind. Small little
truths that I either have to accept or dispel. You will always be safe
in my heart, no matter how dark the rest of it may become.
You will always shine bright. Stand out among the rest. This much I know.
—Indian Proverb
The word love can be explained in thousands of ways, but the only word that comes to my mind is you.
—Unknown
We are most alive when we’re in love
—John Updike (1932–2009) American Novelist, Poet, Short-Story Writer
O happy hours when I may once more encircle within these arms the dearest object of my love- when I shall again feel the pressure of that ‘aching head’ which will delight to recline upon my bosom, when I may again press to my heart which palpitates with the purest affection that loved one who has so long shared its undivided devotion.
—Alexander H. Rice (1818–95) American Politician, Businessman
He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
—Oscar Wilde (1854–1900) Irish Poet, Playwright
Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, nd we are never ever the same.
—Flavia Weedn
Love withers with predictability; its very essence is surprise and amazement. To make love a prisoner of the mundane is to take its passion and lose it forever.
—Leo Buscaglia (1924–98) American Motivational Speaker
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected—in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.
—Thomas Mann (1875–1955) German Novelist, Short Story Writer, Social Critic, Philanthropist, Essayist
Luck is always waiting for something to turn up. Labor, with keen eyes and strong will, always turns up something. Luck lies in bed and wishes the postman will bring news of a legacy. Labor turns out at six o’clock and with busy pen or ringing hammer, lays the foundation of a competence. Luck whines. Labor whistles. Luck relies on chance, labor on character.
—Richard Cobden
So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure.
Without him, live no life.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616) British Playwright
Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man’s last romance.
—Oscar Wilde (1854–1900) Irish Poet, Playwright
Thou art to me a delicious torment.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82) American Philosopher
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
—Honore de Balzac (1799–1850) French Novelist
But you realize, love should ALWAYS start as friendship. If you can’t be friends first, then love is USELESS. And I will be adamant about this fact. Lovers must be best friends. If you ask me, if you ask a married couple who their best friends are, and they reply someone OTHER than their spouse, their marriage will fail. Friends first. Always.
—Indian Proverb
You were made perfectly to be loved – and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–61) English Poet
How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!
—Sigmund Freud (1856–1939) Austrian Psychiatrist, Psychoanalytic
The nearer I approach the end, the clearer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous yet simple. For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose, verse, history, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode and song – I have tried all; but I feel that I have not said a thousandth part of that which is in me. When I go down to the grave I can say like many others, “I have finished my day’s work” but I cannot say, “I have finished my life’s work”; my day’s work will begin the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley. It is an open thoroughfare. It closes in the twilight to open in the dawn. My work is only beginning; my work is hardly above its foundation. I would gladly see it mounting forever. The thirst for the infinite proves infinity.
—Victor Hugo (1802–85) French Novelist
To most men any romance which runs beyond the limits of an episode becomes a nuisance.
—Unknown
For Love is Immortality.
—Emily Dickinson (1830–86) American Poet
Love and desire are the spirit’s wings to great deeds.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) German Poet
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616) British Playwright
All the pictures that hung in my memory before I knew you have faded and given place to our radient moments together. Now I cannot live apart from you…Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
—Sarah Bernhardt (1844–1923) French Actress
Romance is the fiction that owes no allegiance to the God of things as they are. In the novel the writer’s thought is tethered to probability, but in romance it ranges at will over the entire region of the imagination
—Ambrose Bierce (1842–1913) American Short-story Writer, Journalist
The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, this is love.
—Victor Hugo (1802–85) French Novelist
Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
—George William Curtis (1824–92) American Essayist, Public Speaker, Editor, Author
Away with old Romance! Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts; Away with love-verses, sugar’d in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of idlers; Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music slide; The unhealthy pleasures, ex
—John Keats (1795–1821) English Poet
If I tell you I love you can I keep you forever? And if I tell you I miss ou can we always be together?
—Unknown
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
—William Cowper (1731–1800) English Anglican Poet, Hymn writer
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
—Bessie Anderson Stanley American Poet
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
—Anita Brookner (1928–2016) English Novelist, Art Historian
All mankind loves a lover.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82) American Philosopher
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
—Albert Einstein (1879–1955) German-born Physicist
The irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
—Mark Twain (1835–1910) American Humorist