#romantic

The romantic idea is that everybody around a writer must suffer for his talent. I think a writer is a citizen of humanity, part of his nation, part of his family. He may have to make some compromises. ↗

— Irwin Shaw

#citizen #compromises #everybody #family #his

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person. ↗

— Margaret Chase Smith

#love #love you #other #person #real

I'm a big romantic, traditional, cheesy guy. ↗

— Josh Hutcherson

#cheesy #guy #i #romantic #traditional

My idea of a romantic night is to watch action films. ↗

— Corey Hart

#action #action films #films #idea #night

I'm a very romantic person. ↗

— Esai Morales

#person #romantic #very

Boyfriend?” He was smiling slightly. Karl rolled his eyes. “Not if you’re going to be like that about it.” “What, happy?” Aiden teased. “You supposed to want your boyfriend to be happy, you know.” “I want you to be happy,” Karl muttered. “I just don’t want you to be a smug little bastard about it. ↗

— Jane Davitt

#romantic-comedy #change

The only options I have are a four fingered shuffle and an aging vibrator whose batteries, the last time I looked, were leaking a sticky liquid. I long to do the same.” Time Was by Paul Adams ↗

— Paul Adams

#romantic-comedy #age

Certaines choses que Napoléon dit des femmes, plusieurs discussiions sur le mérite des romans à la mode sous son règne lui donnèrent alors, pour la première fois, quelques idées que tout autre jeune home de son age aurait eues depuis longtemps. ↗

— Stendhal

#ideas #men #passion #romanticism #sex

Oliver liked to keep the windows and shutters wide open in the afternoon, with just the swelling sheer curtains between us and life beyond, because it was a 'crime' to block away so much sunlight and keep such a landscape from view, especially when you didn't have it all life long, he said. Then the rolling fields of the valley leading up to the hills seemed to sit in a rising mist of olive green: sunflowers, grapevines, swatches of lavender, and those squat and humble olive trees stooping like gnarled, aged scarecrows gawking through our window as we lay naked on my bed, the smell of his sweat, which was the smell of my sweat, and next to me my man-woman whose man-woman I was, and all around us Mafalda's chamomile-scented laundry detergent, which was the torrid afternoon world of our house. ↗

— André Aciman

#age

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#inspirational #poetic #romantic #beauty