Doomed Romance Quotes

“He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other!”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Phantom Phantasia: Poetry for the Phantom of the Opera Phan

“And yet it's probably this moment that I will have loved the most, the one when I accepted the fact that life is just as it appears to me now, quietly heart-breaking.”
― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse / A Certain Smile

“I want to let you go and at the same time ask you not to forget me.
I want both of us to move on but not forgetting each other completely.
Is this the right thing to wish for when
we can't be together?
Our feelings are strong yet not enough
for us to feel closer
I'm not yours and you're not mine, then what are we?
I hope we both could find the right answer to our fate's mystery.”
― Miss Rainbow Moonfire

“A Faery Song

Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:

Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Rose

“I've felt so sad for years about you. My love for you has always had a sad face.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea

“I think I've found my soulmate, believe it or not, I really truly do, and I have to let him go.”
― Nicole Dykes, Too Hostile

“She was here and the world, for so long ugly and deformed, was all at once itself again. She was taking a glass of sweet wine from one of the waiters. She was smiling. She was breathing. She was here. She was an island of such colossal importance within a sea of inconsequence that it seemed impossible the Ball was able to continue its empty existence.”
― F. D. Lee, The Fairy's Tale

“The woman above him had tumbled out of his dreams, and now stood like a half-waking ghost, a photograph double exposed, showing him in one moment the fallacy of his past as it bled into his future. The image of Maria Sophia had grown too large for him to bear. He had made it so. In his industry and creativity he had transformed her into something so wonderful that the very fact she might now be anything less terrified him almost as much as the prospect she might exceed it.”
― F. D. Lee, The Fairy's Tale

“... when you can’t read - or hear - the signs that tell you about a Person’s educational level or background, your attraction becomes above all physical. The result? It can be only too easy to get sexually involved with - and possibly married to - someone who when it fines to long-term relationships turns out to be totally unsuitable.”
― Sari Gilbert, My Home Sweet Rome: Living (and loving) in Italy's Eternal City

“Once in a green time, a flower
Oh, fell in love with the sun;
Their passion lasted for an hour,
And then she wilted from her loved one.”
― Sam Andrew

“Spanish is the lovin’ tongue,
Soft as music, light as spray.
’Twas a girl I learnt it from,
Livin’ down Sonora way.
I don’t look much like a lover,
Yet I say her love words over,
Often when I’m all alone—
“Mi amor, mi corazon.”

Nights when she knew where I’d ride,
She would listen for my spurs,
Throw the big door open wide,
Raise them laughin’ eyes of hers.
And my heart would nigh stop beatin'
When I heard her tender greeting,
Whispered soft for me alone—
“Mi amor! mi corazon!”

Moonlight in the patio,
Old señora noddin’ near,
Me and Juana talkin’ low
So the Madre couldn’t hear—
How those hours would go a-flyin’!
And too soon I’d hear her sighin’
In her little sorry tone—
“Adios, mi corazon!”

But one time I had to fly
For a foolish gamblin’ fight,
And we said a swift goodbye
In that black, unlucky night.
When I’d loosed her arms from clingin’
With her words the hoofs kep’ ringin’
As I galloped north alone—
“Adios, mi corazon!”

Never seen her since that night.
I kaint cross the Line, you know.
She was Mex and I was white;
Like as not, it’s better so.
Yet I’ve always sort of missed her
Since that last, wild night I kissed her,
Left her heart and lost my own—
“Adios, mi corazon!”
― Charles Badger Clark, Sun and Saddle Leather