Physical love is unthinkable without violence.
Tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice.
Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate.
Wave after wave of love flooded the stage and washed over me, the beginning of the one great durable romance of my life.
A child’s spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back.
I’m someone who loves romance. I always have loved it. Most people who grew up as nerds, as I was, surprisingly, have loved romance.
Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.
When a writer calls his work a Romance, it need hardly be observed that he wishes to claim a certain latitude, both as to its fashion and material, which he would not have felt himself entitled to assume had he professed to be writing a Novel.
Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens and wallflowers need ruin to make them grow.
Every woman wants a man who’ll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.
Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she’d ever written about Baz or Simon’s chests. She’d written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi’s chest was a living thing.
It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.
The first time he’d held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.
This is why I can’t be with Levi. Because I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight-and Levi can’t even read.
In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.
After their encounter on the approach to Jupiter, there would aways be a secret bond between them – not of love, but of tenderness, which is often more enduring.
Humor was the enemy of desire.
What about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?
But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.
Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.