“It is not my life I cling upon. It is yours. I possess no heartbeat. I reveal no true movement of my limbs. Should you ponder, then I wonder on your thoughts. Should you fall, then I will, too. What is a life, if I have no love to cover it? My fears, my voice, the systems which allows my body to operate, are a nothingness, when I see you. A love, as what I feel for you, blankets my life, disrobes me of lonely purpose.”
– Modern Romanticism
Tag: Romantic Quotes
Quote – “Pain, in Love” – 11/26/2020
“Do we ever forget who we love? Or, do we ever forget who loves us? Are we to reduce ourselves to the selfish fool, who cannot appreciate the selfless gesture of kindness? It is in our pain, that trust has died, not ever love. Love does not become torn apart, for that is not what pains us. Whether distrust, or impossibility for continued life, we are pained by the memory. We are only ever in pain, at the time of the beloved’s departure, because we still love them. Whether that be in death, or in a simple leave, the eternity of love is proven upon a singular realization: that, the rooms are empty, though they never left.”
– Modern Romanticism
Quote – “The Often Idiocy of a Man” – 11/12/2020
“To the woman, whose graceful shape is often seen by the man as perpetually imperfect, is merely the onset to wasted time. When he hurls criticism, though never corrects, it is that he stares to her external mask. Nothing is corrected, for that mask is the attempt by her for correction’s sake. He’ll not ever look upon the woman, herself, when sending gazes just to the exterior. Could a woman feel penetrated, by his stare? If so, then through his loving eyes, she is beautiful by the woman of her, not by the form of her.”
– Modern Romanticism
Quote – “Impossible to Betray Love” – 11/9/2020
“We say that love remains, calling our hurts forward, due to that trust was betrayed. We say we hurt, out of betrayed trust, due only to love being the haunt, being the memory that remains. Though, to love, divided from trust, it is to the former where we place the certainty of it. Not ever to die, as love cannot, making trust our source of fragility to each broken fragment of our heart. As it is, when trust is gone, love is pouring from our unguarded hearts to stain our fingers.”
– Modern Romanticism
Quote – “Why Love cannot Die” – 11/7/2020
“It is love, overwritten by the importance of trust, that we say the former might die, while buried alive. For we are to trust the one we reveal all of ourselves to, making love merely the buried background of a sun that warms our backs. We do not see love, yet we feel it. Though, it is not the ending of love that is the occurrence, upon betrayal of trust. For is it not the reason, upon betrayal of trust, that our pain rises because we still love them?”
– Modern Romanticism
Quote – “The Simplicity of Love” – 9/27/2020
“For the complications of love, there is remembrance. For the dramas of love, there is remembrance. For the sorrows and angers of love, there is remembrance. For each thing that drowns the love beneath, there should be as its cure, the memory of how such a union began. Only in those memories, can the present with struggles, hold upon the future that will be as merciful as those past beautiful moments.”
– Modern Romanticism
Romantic Quote #2 – “Your Tears are just Fallen Petals” – 9/13/2020
“How often to weep, dear one? We are not so much different, as you might believe. I bite my own tears, swear myself to my own fears, in dire belief that I will wake up to your silence. Why do you cry, my love? There is no danger. The world might be burning, though there you are, comforted by arms that do not release the trembling you.”
– Modern Romanticism
Romantic Quote #1 – “Anything Else, I could Quit” – 9/13/2020
“Anything else, I could outweigh myself from, outmaneuver myself from, outclass myself from. Besides you, all else could be shut like the sun that crosses the gap of the entire sky. Left in the darkness, I begin to dream. I begin to stare. Upon walls that are buried in black, I still see you, imprinted in sanctified white. You are beautiful, even in your sadness. I cannot give you up. For if I did, I’d quit my soul.”
– Modern Romanticism