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"The word 'romance,' according to the dictionary, means excitement, adventure, and something extremely real. Romance should last a lifetime."
"There is grand romance in The Lord of the Rings. It's an important part of epic literature."
"If I call him back here," Cooper whispered in her ear, "will you crawl up my body again?"
"For me, romance isn't an over-the-top act. It's someone offering to help and to support me. Or if that person thinks I'm making the wrong decision, he'll tell me. I want him to be honest, because being that honest takes a lot of guts."
"I do like a little romance... just a sniff, as I call it, of the rocks and valleys. Of course, bread-and-cheese is the real thing. The rocks and valleys are no good at all, if you haven't got that."
"I don't ever want to be a sentimentalist. I prefer to be a realist. I'm not a romantic really."
Explore more quotes by Pablo Neruda
"I love you in order to begin loving you,to start infinity againand never to stop loving you:that is why I do not love you yet."
"Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly."
"I have named you queen.There are taller than you, taller.There are purer than you, purer.There are lovelier than you, lovelier.But you are the queen.When you go through the streetsNo one recognizes you.No one sees your crystal crown, no one looksAt the carpet of red goldThat you tread as you pass,The nonexistent carpet.And when you appearAll the rivers soundIn my body, bellsShake the sky,And a hymn fills the world.Only you and I,Only you and I, my love,Listen to it."
"Donde termina el arco iris,en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end,in your soul or on the horizon?"
"I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word."
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