I think romantic love evolved to enable you to focus your mating energy on just one individual at a time, thereby conserving mating time and energy.
That softness around your eyes, a softness in your face. Almost the way you feel when you’re about to start crying. That, to me, is love. It can be romantic love, it can be friendship love, it can be family love, it can be love for a chipmunk. It can be love for anything.
I love this simply because it's cute, and I guess it's a sign of the times in many respect. It's pretty much saying you complete me, only in the sweetest way possible.
One can love two children. But your heart can be given romantic love to only a single other, said Woolsey.
Love gives without taking
Classical, Romantic, and Baroque music, that's what I really like.
Romantic love is sexually passionate love. Romance uses sexual intimacy to create or amplify closeness and mutual fulfillment.
I could list of dozens things my fiancee does that annoys me and I'm sure he could list off hundreds of things about me but the fact is that even through all that we love each other. We love each other in spite of our flaws and despite all the things we do that should make us hate each other we still continue to fall deeper in love. Sometimes we want to hate each other but for two people who are truly in love it simply isn't possible. Not even a little but, not even at all.
I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough.
The price of love is only love,. . . one must love if one desires to be loved.
How different things might be if, rather than saying "I think I'm in love," we were saying "I've connected with someone in a way that makes me think I'm on the way to knowing love. " Or if instead of saying "I am in love" we say "I am loving" or "I will love. " Our patterns around romantic love are unlikely to change if we do not change our language.
Theres nothing more romantic than Italian food.
Perhaps love is only the highest symbol of friendship, as all other things seem symbols of love.
The requirements of romantic love are difficult to satisfy in the back seat of a Dodge Dart.
Soft moonlight and tender love harmonize together wonderfully.
Science is like a love affair with nature; an elusive, tantalising mistress. It has all the turbulence, twists and turns of romantic love, but thats part of the game.
I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.
I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.
There is the kiss of welcome and of parting, the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise and receipt of fulfillment.
The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality.