romantic idealization Quotes

You are never in love with anyone. You're only in love with your prejudiced and hopeful idea of that person.

Maybe all young men who love us become knights in shining armor when we love them back.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

The most peculiar social self which one is apt to have is in the mind of the person one is in love with.

The romantic chivalric tradition takes, or at any rate has in the past taken, the young man's eye off women as they are, as companions in shipwreck not guiding stars.

By poeticizing love, we imagine in those we love virtues that they often do not possess; this then becomes the source of constant mistakes and constant distress.

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.

You're everything I write about in songs, but can never have." -Jax

An element of fantasy is needed when falling in love and I was unable to find the fantasy element with any of the male gender

Most loverspicture to themselves, in their mistresses, a secret reality, beyond and different from what they see every day. They are in love with somebody else--their own invention. And sometimes there is a secret reality; and sometimes reality and appearance are the same. The discovery, in either case, is likely to cause a shock.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.

The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!

Some people are better imagined in one's bed than found there in the morning.

I think love lyrics have contributed to the general aura of bad mental health in America.

Women had a tendency to see what they wanted to see i men, at least in the beginning

I think it's such a clever idea, that you fall in love when you're 16, and then you have this fantasy about that person for the rest of your life.

There was a time I was willing to be a clown for people who I felt were the perfect person for me.

Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

Like all young men, you greatly exaggerate the difference between one young woman and another.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.

In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

If you were blind you would hardly have fallen in love in the first place. But now, do you truly wish to see the beloved in the cold clarity of the visual apparatus? It may be in your better interest to throw a veil over the gaze, so as to keep her alive in her archetypal, goddesslike form.