Verified Quotes — Romantic Lines
He walked down, for a long while avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as one does the sun, without looking.
- Tolstoy, Leo, graf, Anna Karenina
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.’
- Brontë, Emily, Wuthering Heights
“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”
- Austen, Jane, Pride and Prejudice
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
- Montgomery, L. M. (Lucy Maud), Anne of Avonlea
I do love you surely in a better way than he does.” He thought. “Yes — really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms,”
- Forster, E. M. (Edward Morgan), A Room with a View
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, NML Classics
I have for the first time found what I can truly love — I have found you. You are my sympathy — my better self — my good angel. I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
- Brontë, Charlotte, Jane Eyre: An Autobiography
I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?
- Shakespeare, William, Much Ado about Nothing
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat — your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.
- Brontë, Charlotte, Jane Eyre: An Autobiography
