What are we doing to each other? Because I know that I am doing to him exactly what he is doing to me. We are sometimes so happy, and never in our lives have we known more unhappiness.

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.

Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like, she teased.She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy.The Empire Strikes Back, Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line.The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That's not romantic! Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls.Au contraire, my dear, it's very romantic. The last scene, you know, when they're about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?Schuyler mmm-hmmmed.And Leia leans over the ledge and says, 'I love you.'That's cheesy, not romatic, Schuyler argued, although she did like that part.Let me explain. What's romantic is what Han says back. Remember what he says to her? After she says 'I love you'?Schuyler grinned. Maybe Oliver had a point. Han says, 'I know.'Exactly, Oliver tapped the wheel. He doesn't have to say anything so trite as 'I love you. Because that's already understood. And that's romantic.

It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.

Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

To say goodbye is to die a little.

I regret... Tobias tilts his head, and sighs. I regret my choice.What Choice?, and... I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

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.

Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.

It is not irregular hours or irregular diet that make the romantic life.

I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

Is not this the true romantic feeling-not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you?

It may be that, while we plodding realists go on, for ever preoccupied with our daily chores, abstracting a microscopic pleasure from each microscopic duty, your true romantic has the truer vision, and beholds, afar off, in all its lurid splendour and terrible proportions, the piquant adventure we call life.

Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in.

Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

My soul will find yours.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.