I get no respect. The way my luck is running, if I was a politician I would be honest.
People like me prove that you can survive without romance, even though you end up a bit unbalanced and you tend to argue with your own reflection.
I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don’t tell me to leave.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Romance is the icing but love is the cake.
Romance takes place when you first fall in love. It stirs all emotions and you can manipulate and be manipulated.
Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.
I despair of ever receiving the same degree of pleasure from the most exalted performances of genius which I felt in childhood from pieces which my present judgment regards as trifling and contemptible.
Walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heartbreak. Trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. The entertainment business. What voyeurs we have all become.
We thought we were running away from the grownups, and now we are the grownups.
Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.
I believe love – and its feminine, though not necessarily female, counterpart, romance, is a private thing. It’s something I’m not willing to share with the public.
I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.
For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.
This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder.
That’s what love is. It’s some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person.
Sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less.
But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.
When I’m with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that’s backing up.
The experience of writing ‘The Kite Runner’ is one I will always think back on with fondness. There is an energy, a romance in writing the first novel that can never be duplicated again.