#romanticism

High Romanticism shows you nature in all its harsh and lovely metamorphoses. Flood, fire and quake fling us back to the primal struggle for survival and reveal our gross dependency on mammoth, still mysterious forces. ↗

— Camille Paglia

#dependency #fire #fling #flood #forces

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics! ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#critics #judge #judged #never #properly

Boyishness—by which I mean animal life in its fullest measure, good nature and honest impulses, hatred of injustice and meanness, and thoughtlessness enough to sink a three-decker. ↗

— Thomas Hughes

#romanticism #life

Some people call me sick and twisted. I feel that I'm neither; I am instead a Romantic. ↗

— Kenzie Western

#romanticism #sick-humor #twisted #humor

Love is a two-way street constantly under construction. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#humor-relationships #love #romantic-comedy #romanticism #humor

Aaron snorted "That's so cheesy." "Well yeah. I am cheesy. I'm the king of cheese. You should know that by now. Aaron's eyes were dancing with amusement. "I prefer to call you classically romantic. ↗

— Cleon Lee

#love-story #romanticism #love

This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death? ↗

— Roman Payne

#barcelona #beauty #beauty-is-truth #feminity #girls

Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out. ↗

— Dawn Powell

#left #like #out #people #realism

Freedom is the dream you dream While putting thought in chains again -- ↗

— Giacomo Leopardi

#romanticism #dreams

[H]e initially conceived of Olivier as a man of the greatest promise destroyed by a fatal flaw, the unreasoning passion for a woman dissolving into violence, desperately weakening everything he tried to do. For how could learning and poetry be defended when it produced such dreadful results and was advanced by such imperfect creatures? At least Julien did not see the desperate fate of the ruined lover as a nineteenth-century novelist or a poet might have done, recasting the tale to create some appealing romantic hero, dashed to pieces against the unyielding society that produced him. Rather, his initial opinion -- held almost to the last -- was of Olivier as a failure, ruined by a terible weakness. ↗

— Iain Pears

#love #passion #perception #poetry #romanticism