"romantic"タグの名言

I don't want perfect I want something real. Something that makes me feel.

I breathe in... the fragrance of love, and moist sand the one his roses left on both my hands I just keep on breathing every moment as much as I can preserving it, in my body for the day it can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there? filling the doorway....of my life.

A feeling so alien persisted inside him. He searched for a word to describe it. The nearest word he could come up with was elation. He was full of immeasurable joy because she was simply there. She was near him, breathing the air he breathes, treading the very ground on which he walks. She was with him, on this island, in this very moment. And somehow, it gave him the most amazing kind of peace.

Reality is, Hope and Despair lie in the same places. And they're just a matter of perspective. What changed my perspective, was her.

We were somewhere in between, somewhere I could see the light and the dark. Somewhere I could see the world when all I saw was you.

He is everything you fear, and worse. He is also everything you hope, and more.

In a jaded world, it takes a certain type of person to remain a romantic - someone with resolute faith in goodness.

Being with you is great, but being in you is much more interesting and alluring

Ten seconds is the distance between silence and a smile...

I love you deeply and in the future, I may love you more however, that does not occasionally preclude me from plotting your death by shooting you, chopping you up and feeding you to the wolves...

If you are not his first thought in the morning, he does not deserve a place in your dreams...

If you must lose, then lose with style...

I do not need to compete for attention, I merely require competent attention...

Your spot on someone's schedule speaks volumes...

If you can only desire her by repeatedly risking all, then you neither love, desire nor value your woman, you merely desire control...

When life hands me lemons, they had better be pink ones!

He may be a nobody to you, but he is a somebody to me..

He was an erotic necessity, clad in denim...

The covert conversation between fingers and flesh feverishly heightens the senses and emboldens the soul when the prospect of discovery is inevitable...