Romance

"I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine."

"Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else."

"I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate."

"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze."

"I'm about to make a wild, extreme and severe relationship rule: the word busy is a load of crap and is most often used by assholes. The word "busy" is the relationship Weapon of Mass Destruction. It seems like a good excuse, but in fact in every silo you uncover, all you're going to find is a man who didn't care enough to call. Remember men are never to busy to get what they want."

"Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena."

"I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?"

"I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with."

"Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us."

"Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say.“I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.“You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.“It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here."

"I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't."

"You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again."I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time."I've been thinking about you, too."I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know."I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself."

"Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart."

"It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal."

"There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. "Is this the moment" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. "I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem" "Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face."

"I was smiling yesterday,I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow. Simply because life is too short to cry for anything."

"True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning."

"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."

"When love is not madness it is not love."

"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were."