16 Quotes From Literature For Hopeless Romantic Mavericks

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity. George Orwell, 1984
She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she’s not even aware of. She is like a trap set by nature – a sweet perfumed rose in whose petals Cupid lurks in ambush! Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture. Venus in her shell was never so lovely, and Diana in the forest never so graceful as my Lady when she strides through Paris! Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. John Green, Looking for Alaska
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning. Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
She sat leaning back in her chair, looking ahead, knowing that he was as aware of her as she was of him. She found pleasure in the special self-consciousness it gave her. When she crossed her legs, when she leaned on her arm against the window sill, when she brushed her hair off her forehead – every movement of her body was underscored by a feeling the unadmitted words for which were: Is he seeing it? Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book. Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It was too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun. Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night. F Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught. Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
…I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
…the friendship I have had in my heart for you has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold! Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina Thought Catalog Logo Mark
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