I'm romantic to some degree, if I really like somebody. I'm more romantic if there's someone that I like than I am a romantic just for romantics sake.
Books have souls. Or so romantics like me tend to think.
Scientists are a bunch of romantics.
We learned in the university to consider Wordsworth and Keats as Romantics. They were only a generation apart, but Wordsworth didn't even read Keats's book when he gave him a copy.
It was a charming fantasy of romantics that the spies would stop spying, that political conflict would end and politicians would tell the truth. Unfortunately that has not been the case.
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.
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.
Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.
All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.
The romantics really did want to romanticise the world itself, and that meant re-creating the state, society and even nature so that it became a work of art.
Most Beethoven symphonies require 80 or more instruments, and the late romantics even more.
There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children. . . it is that they might be alright alone.
When I think of Boris Diaw, I think of Beethoven in the age of the romantics
Romantics consider common sense vulgar.
