David Copperfield Quotes

It was the kind of love you can only feel toward someone you don't actually know.

Young people are fascinated with the idea of love, maybe because they haven't experienced it. The older you get, the more jaded you become with this, like, mystical love thing. It's not as exciting because it's not unknown.

I am in love with girls that are bad and naughty and badass, and a little selfish, but I like to watch from a respectful distance!

I used to have a really big crush on Hayden Christensen.

Everyone romanticizes somebody.

There's something depressing about a young couple helplessly in love. Their state is so perfect, it must be doomed. They project such qualities on their lover that only disappointment can follow.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

My first crush was Spock. I thought it didn't get any better than Spock.

I've never been one for crushing on famous people.

I used to have a big crush on Andie MacDowell.

I have a crush on Freja Beha.

My first love was Heath Ledger.

I have a crush on Cate Blanchett.

I've got the biggest crush on Patti Smith.

Everyone can have a crush on anyone, be it on a real person or a celebrity.

I just like being as romantic as possible. I thrive off unrequited love. I've been in love in one way or another since I was 14. I go full-on in and get obsessive.

I never have crushes, apart from my husband Michael, I guess, because I was obsessed with him, and I didn't speak to him for nearly a year. I kept going into the restaurant where he worked to look at him.

I was madly in love with Michael Jackson.

I think love is blind. You don't see it, you don't hear what people are saying, or what you're saying. You don't see what you're doing. All you see is the person in front of you. That's it.

She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized his face to make up for the time she had not seen him. She compared, as she did at every interview with him, the image her fancy painted of him (incomparably finer than, and impossible in actual existence) with his real self.

I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.

A man's ideal woman is the one he couldn't get.

I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?