Nicholas Sparks Quotes

The less you know about the person, the more you fill in the rosiest details.

It's not only imagination, it's the distortion of the vision. You suddenly think, This person is idealistic, this person is strong, this person has dreams, when you know better most of the time. You put what you want to see on people.

The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible.

Sometimes we fall in love with the idea of a person and have trouble seeing the real thing.

Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.

Guys are great before you know who they are,' said Lucy. 'They're great when you're still with who they might be.

I love the love of those who are far enough away, it becomes whatever I wish to believe it.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

It's easy to idealize someone that you don't know.

The aspect of kind of living in your imagination and creating a more romantic vision of the world than the reality that you're given - that's definitely something I can sort of relate to.

As in The Lime Twig dream and illusion are right at the center of Charivari.

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

I just met someone who read Gone With the Wind 62 times for exactly that same reason. She couldn't bear that it wasn't real. She wanted to live in it.

I would pretend to be the French lieutenant's woman. I was always a romantic. I still am, actually.

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

What is not true, as everyone knows, is always immensely more fascinating and satisfying to the vast majority of men than what is true. Truth has a harshness that alarms them, and an air of finality that collides with their incurable romanticism..

Love is not blind. Romance is. Romance is the most dangerous thing. Romance is like an illusion. It shows you things, and you hear things that don't exist.

What we typically call love is only the start of love. Our understanding of love has been hijacked and beguiled by its first distractingly moving moments.

You fall in love with someone, you don't know this person yet, and you get to know this person. That's what happens when I fall in love with a character, and I want to be this person.

Men project their fantasies onto me; they live them through who they think I am.

I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.

Men are always doomed to be duped, not so much by the arts of the other as by their own imagination. They are always wooing goddesses, and marrying mere mortals.

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead.

I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't.