I fear death. I think I must learn to romanticize death so that I can cope with its brutal irreversible numbness...!
I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.
We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers - but where are the great lovers? After a moment's...
Romanticizing comes with colored glasses of the most colored sort.