15 Romantic Lines From Classic Literature
Can't find the words to write in their Valentine's Day card? Here are fifteen romantic lines from classic literature to inspire you!
"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I love and admire you." - Jane Austen.
"You don't love because, you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults." - William Faulkner.
"Doubt thou the stars do are fire; Doubt thou the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love." - William Shakespeare.
"You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read." - Charles Dickens.
"Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained." C.S Lewis.
"You pierce my soul. I am half agony. Half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are going for ever." - Jane Austen.
"I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be." - Charles Dickens.
"Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you." - Virginia Woolf.
"He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking." - Leo Tolstoy.
"I would not wish any companion in the world but you." - William Shakespeare.
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." - Emily Brontë.
"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything." - F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright." - Ernest Hemingway.
"There are darknesses in life and there are lights; you are one of the lights, the light of all lights." - Bram Stoker.
"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illustration flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps loveunfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath." - L.M Montgomery.