Quotes on Romance

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

Sex without love is an empty experience, but as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.

There is romance, the genuine glinting stuff, in typewriters, and not merely in their development from clumsy giants into agile dwarfs, but in the history of their manufacture, which is filled with raids, battles, lonely pioneers, great gambles, hope, fear, despair, triumph. If some of our novels could be written by the typewriters instead of on them, how much better they would be.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

The greatest romance is with the Infinite. _x000D_ You have no idea how beautiful life can be. _x000D_ When you suddenly find God everywhere, _x000D_ when He comes and talks to you and guides you, _x000D_ the romance of divine love has begun.

The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Neither a Fortress nor a Maidenhead will hold out long after they begin to parley.

Where is the Life we lost in living?

Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures.

I grew up within Italian-American neighborhoods, everybody was coming into the house all the time, kids running around, that sort of stuff, so when I finally got into my own area, so to speak, to make films, I still carried on.

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead.

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

War loses a great deal of its romance after a soldier has seen his first battle.

What excites and interests the looker-on at life, what the romances and the statues celebrate, and the grim civic monuments remind us of, is the everlasting battle of the powers of light with those of darkness; with heroism reduced to its bare chance, yet ever and anon snatching victory from the jaws of death.

There is no greater romance in life than this adventure in realization.

Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament … There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth.