#romantics

The map was just an accessory. She knew exactly where she was. ↗

— Galt Niederhoffer

#book #destination #galt-niederhoffer #girl #life

Romantics consider common sense vulgar. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#common sense #consider #romantics #sense #vulgar

I'm a romantic, and we romantics are more sensitive to the way people feel. We love more, and we hurt more. When we're hurt, we hurt for a long time. ↗

— Freddy Fender

#feel #hurt #i #long #long time

The Falstaff people, romantics all, went for it. They were so anxious to find out what I was going to do that they could hardly bear to wait out the two weeks. I was rather anxious to find out what I was going to do, too. ↗

— Bill Veeck

#bear #could #find #going #hardly

To say goodbye is to die a little. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#life #parting #romantics #change

Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they've been hurt, they're sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that's protecting this tiny, dear part in them that's still alive. ↗

— Jeff Bridges

#alive #been #crushed #cynicism #cynics

If people connect me with the Romantics in general, they probably connect me most with Keats. But Wordsworth is the poet I admire above all others. ↗

— Andrew Motion

#admire #connect #general #i #keats

But when first the two black dragons sprang out of the fog upon the small clerk, they had merely the effect of all miracles – they changed the universe. He discovered the fact that all romantics know – that adventures happen on dull days, and not on sunny ones. When the cord of monotony is stretched most tight, it it breaks with a sound like song. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#miracles #monotony #romantics #change

For all their current prestige, Osama bin Laden and the suicide bombers are still regarded in all but the most desperate districts of Gaza or Peshawar as romantics with little chance of more than symbolic victories, however bloody and brutal. That gives both the Middle East and the West a small and distant hope of security. ↗

— James Buchan

#bloody #bombers #both #brutal #chance

Natures of your kind, with strong, delicate senses, the soul-oriented, the dreamers, poets, lovers are always superior to us creatures of the mind. You take your being from your mothers. You live fully; you were endowed with the strength of love, the ability to feel. Whereas we creatures of reason, we don't live fully; we live in an arid land, even though we often seem to guide and rule you. Yours is the plentitude of life, the sap of the fruit, the garden of passion, the beautiful landscape of art. Your home is the earth; ours is the world of ideas. You are in danger of drowning in the world of the senses; ours is the danger of suffocating in an airless void. You are an artist; I am a thinker. You sleep at your mother's breast; I wake in the desert. For me the sun shines; for you the moon and the stars. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#human-nature #romantics-versus-realists #art