Aromantic Quotes

Give your friendships the magic you would give a romance. Because they're just as important. Actually, for us, they're way more important.

You know why people pair up into couples? Because being a human is fucking terrifying. But it's a hell of a lot easier if you're not doing it by yourself.

She's happy with who she is. Maybe it's not the heteronormative dream that she grew up wishing for, but... knowing who you are and loving yourself is so much better than that, I think.

The aromantic and asexual spectrums weren’t just straight lines. They were radar charts with at least a dozen different axes.

asexual” and “aromantic” were different things. She liked holding hands and trading kisses. She’d had several boyfriends in elementary school, just like most of the other girls, and she had always found those practice relationships completely satisfying. It wasn’t until puberty had come along and changed the rules that she’d started pulling away in confusion and disinterest.

Aromantic. Asexual. I came back to the words until they felt real in my mind, at least. Maybe they wouldn't be real in most people's minds. But I would make them real in mine. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.

The crux of it all was that I did not feel sexual or romantic feelings for anyone. Not a single goddamn person I had ever met or would ever meet. So that really was me. Aromatic. Asexual.

This was always the difficult part, back when she'd been at her old school: explaining that "asexual" and "aromantic" were different things.

Why do you Shadowhunters always want to talk about feelings? Why can nobody ever be a professional? For your information, I do not have any interest in romance of any kind and never will. Now can you drop this revolting subject?

Nowhere is it written in stone that you must love in only one way, only one person, only one time. You haven't missed your shot at love, because love isn't just one thing.

Nothing more,—except that I don't believe I shall ever marry; I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

Never, ever let anyone tell you that who you are is wrong. It's okay to be gay. Or straight. Or bisexual. It's also okay to be asexual, demisexual, pansexual, or aromantic. You do you, and if anyone gives you grief for that, remember one thing: You are exactly the way you're supposed to be.

I was curious now, that's for sure. And I was also terrified. I mean, that wasn't me. Asexual. Aromantic. I still wanted to have sex with someone, eventually. Once I found someone I actually liked. Just because I'd never liked anyone didn't mean I never would . . . did it? And I wanted to fall in love. I really, really did. I definitely would someday. So that couldn't be me. I didn't want that to be me. Fuck. I didn't know. I shook my head a little, trying to dispel the hurricane of confusion that was threatening to form inside my brain.

i can love as Aristotle who coined the term “philía” loved his brothers it isn’t that hard of a concept to grasp but because i am not grasping someone else you think there is something wrong with me but i am fine

This was another thing Vale’s mother never understood: Vale was aro-ace, both aromantic and asexual. She’d told her parents she just wasn’t interested in dating any number of times… But they never seemed to get it. To them, Vale’s sexuality was a ‘phase’ that they were certain she would one day outgrow. Their obliviousness was a raw spot for Vale.

Pomyśl o tym jak o byciu jedynym bez okularów w grupie okularników. To, że ich nie masz, nie znaczy, że jesteś gorszy i czegoś ci brakuje. Po prostu nie potrzebujesz ich, żeby dobrze funkcjonować.

Those who tied love to sex, or even love to romance, didn’t own the emotion itself.

... It's selfish of you to keep teasing for what I can't give. I shall always be fond of you, very fond indeed, as a friend, but I'll never marry you, and the sooner you believe it the better for both of us.

I don't like guys. Oh, so you like girls? No, I don't like girls either. What? That doesn't make any sense. Yes, it does. It's a real thing. You just haven't met the right person yet. It'll happen with time. No, it won't. This is who I am. Are you feeling OK? Maybe we should get you an appointment with the GP. It's called being 'aromantic asexual'. Well, that sounds fake, doesn't it? Did you hear about that on the internet?

My running theory was that my shyness and introversion were linked to my whole 'never fancying anyone' situation - maybe I just didn't talk to enough people, or maybe people just stressed me out in general, and that was why I'd never wanted to kiss anyone. If I just improved my confidence, tried to be a bit more open and sociable, I'd be able to do and feel those things, like most people.

I might've said 'yes,' not because I love him any more, but because I care more to be loved than when he went away.

People who don't experience love are no less valid. You fear them simply because they are immune to powers that to the common person, are irresistible, and you fear the lack of power you have over them, for if love cannot stop them, what will? You do not hurt them because they are cold hearted and immoral, you hurt them because they have the potential to be and you are afraid of what they could do once they are.

This was always the difficult part, back when she'd been at her old school: explaining that "asexual" and "aromantic" were different things. She liked holding hands and trading kisses. She'd had several boyfriends in elementary school, just like most of the other girls, and she had always found those practice relationships completely satisfying. It wasn't until puberty had come along and changed the rules that she'd started pulling away in confusion and disinterest.

I don't believe it's the right sort of love, and I'd rather not try it," was the decided answer.

I think I definitely am asexual, but to what degree, I’m not sure. There’s gray ace, biromantic, aromantic, and the one I think I could be which is demisexual.

back in my mid-twenties, a friend getting into a relationship could be enough to send me into a spiral of depression and anxiety, simultaneously worried I'd lose the friend and reminded that (as I thought then) I'd be forever alone.

Have you considered such lack of sentiment might be a curse?" His dulcet words were almost playful. "Mikkelsen, I'm the most sentimental person in this blasted town. And, truthfully, that's my curse.

There is power in naming yourself, but there is also power in being unnameable.

I haven't the least idea of loving him or anybody else

You, you are, you're a great deal too good for me, and I'm so grateful to you, and so proud and fond of you, I don't know why I can't love you as you want me to. I've tried, but I can't change the feeling, and it would be a lie to say I do when I don't.

I can't help it. You know it's impossible for people to make themselves love other people if they don't, Cried Jo inelegantly but remorsefully, as she softly patted his shoulder, remembering the time when he had comforted her so long ago.

Not until months afterwards did Jo understand how she had the strength of mind to hold fast to the resolution she had made when she decided she did not love her boy, and never could. It was very hard to do, but she did it, knowing the delay was both useless and cruel.

I didn't like being the cause of a beautiful young man's melancholy. I knew I had love in me. My love, though, wasn't the conjugal kind.

And Jo felt as if during that fortnight her sister had grown up amazingly, and was drifting away from her into a world where she could not follow.

Mercy me! I don't know anything about love and such nonsense! Cried Jo, with a funny mixture of interest and contempt.

... She said, hoping to soothe him with a little reason, which proved that she knew nothing about love.

We don't agree and we never shall, so we'll be good friends all our lives, but we won't go and do anything rash.

I never understood the thing about not wanting to be “just friends.”  I’d love to be your friend!  There is no greater honor in the world.

When it comes to romance, we're told, "You'll know it when you see it" Which is fine, unless, of course, you don't.

For many people, being alone symbolises a failure to live up to the aspirational life that society tells them they should want.

He scanned her again, the effect of it intensely asexual and certainly aromantic.

It may be vain and wrong to say it, but- I'm afraid- Laurie is getting too fond of me. Then you don't care for him in the way it is evident he begins to care for you? And Mrs March looked anxious as she put the question. Mercy, no! I love the dear boy, as I always have, and am immensely proud of him, but as for anything more, it's out of the question.

She's aromantic, meaning she doesn't feel romantic attraction for anyone. She's also bisexual. She won't mind telling you that. She finds a lot of people physically attractive, but she just doesn't fall in love with them.." Isn't that sad? was what I wanted to ask. How is she okay with that? How would I be okay with that?

How stupid you are child! He meant you of course. Did he? And Jo opened her eyes as if the thought had never occurred to her before.

Don' mean to have any. It's fun to watch other people philander, but I should feel like a fool doing it myself, Said Jo, looking alarmed at the thought.

It would trouble me sadly to make him unhappy, for I couldn't fall in love with the dear old fellow merely out of gratitude, could I?

I don't. I never wanted to make you care for me so, and I went away to keep you from it if I could.

I'm death's lover and I'm going to break death's heart.

Why have I let the world convince me I’m not enough without romance?

I would [tell] her, or them, to be gentle with themselves. There is value in the knowing, when the knowing comes, but value in the learning too. -CD

Without having even figured out who I was and what I wanted

I didn't know how to know

Liking girls when you were a girl was hard. But it was beautiful too. so fucking beautiful.

It would be so much easier if I had someone to just tell me what to do and who to be with and how to act and what love actually was

being a kid who knew all about sexuality from the internet but couldn't even vaguely work out what I was

Why do things have to be so complicated

And I was also terrified. I mean, that wasn't me. Asexual. Aromantic. I still wanted to have sex with someone, eventually. Once I found someone I actually liked. Just because I'd never liked anyone didn't mean I never would...did it? And I wanted to fall in love. I really, really did. I definitely would some day. So that couldn't be me. I didn't want that to be me. Fuck. I didn't know.

Romance is supposed to be great, and not being able to like anyone isn't normal, because any regular person would definitely-" "But you feel like you don't get it. Then why should you have to do it? Why would you force yourself to do something that doesn't feel natural?

I don't need another person to heal my heart. I don't need a partner... at least, not until and unless I'm ready on my own terms. I don't need to be forced-shipped with anyone or wear anybody else's label. For the first time in a long time, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

Some may say asexual people don’t have problems (or the right problems, or enough problems), and therefore they should just go ally with heterosexual people, but this ignores the fact that heteronormative attitudes influence the heterosexual world to also exclude asexual people. If “not LGB” is understood to mean “heterosexual” in queer spaces, those who say so are processing heterosexual as the default, which is an attitude that also hurts them. Even aromantic asexual people, who are less likely to be assumed heterosexual because they are unlikely to have romantic partners, are sometimes told “you don’t belong here because you’re just straight.” Perceived blank spaces being interpreted as heterosexual by default is a heteronormative assumption.

Regardless of whether they identify with queerness, asexual people do need to recognize that if they are heteroromantic or aromantic, they may be seen as a reminder of straightness; when queer people create their own space, they sometimes don’t like to feel that someone they count as straight (or benefits from heterosexual privilege) is in it. There is much evidence of a need for a “safe space,” and people who don’t identify as LGBT are far more likely to be coming from a position of ignorance and may behave/speak/dominate in ways that heterosexual people tend to do. In short, LGBT people want to have a space where what they hear from the heterosexual world all the time is not going to come up when they’re in this supportive atmosphere. Some LGBT folks feel unsafe discussing their issues in the presence of people who haven’t experienced them or couldn’t experience them.

She would rather be respected than desired and she didn't understand why a woman would make a different choice than that. When she had been younger, she had felt there was something lacking in her, the way she didn't seem to want passion, pleasure, the way her friends sometimes whispered that they did, the way they giggled over vegetable markets, comparing their husbands' genitals, the way they sighed over kissing scenes in movies, complaining that their husbands never touched them that way anymore. Now Swati didn’t have to feel that there was anything wrong with her. A woman her age wasn’t supposed to want such things.

The environment of hostility created by TERFs and "gender-critical" idealogues has led many of us to feel trepidation around publicly identifying as "more than one thing", as if identity labels were gaudy parade medals and not a simple attempt to put words to feelings.

And just as asexuality is not a disease to be cured, sex-aversion isn't a pathology unless the person experiencing it decides that it is.

It sounded like a dream, one Ingrid couldn’t afford. Romantic love was altogether too much and not enough for Ingrid. She felt as though she might drown in the pursuit of enough love.

Alex palmed her forearm lightly and gave her a questioning look. Are you all right? he seemed to ask. She remembered the way his gentle touch had grounded her so when she’d lost herself at the orphanage and how his hand in hers had made the President’s Ball more bearable. If he gave her coffee and brushed back her hair, would she recoil? The answer rocked her, but not like a violent sea, more like being pushed on a swing. No. It was something.

The long and short of it was, though Ingrid’s patience for romance was thin on the best of days, she knew her capacity for it was not limited by gender. She’d thought it didn’t matter. She was with Linden. There was no reason to ever acknowledge or indulge that part of herself. But now, as the realization of Gwendolyn Meyers’s identity washed over her, she knew how very neglected she’d left it. No matter who she was with or what gender they were, it was still part of her.

Linden.” Ingrid cut through his words, letting her fingers reach through the bars as far as they would go. “I’ll always want to see you.” She smiled sadly, knowing the words were true but in a different way than they might have been once before. He was not the warmth in her cheeks or the heavy rush in her chest, he was not an embrace to come home to or even a person she really knew, but he was Linden, and she didn’t think there would come a time when she didn’t feel just a little joy to see his face.

Even the Crackling Sea Eyrie's reeve, whose consort and interests were exclusively male, had felt the pressure to father a small flock of children. She understood that pressure. She'd never been attracted to another opinicus - the power dynamic complicated issues further - but she'd found time to lay seven eggs.

Sorry, neither is of course also an option. In this house, we respect aromantics and asexuals.

Entering a relationship is borderline sadomasochistic. Especially when you can get everything you would from a romantic relationship from a friendship, without destroying anyone's life when it inevitably ends.

Assexual. Arromântica. Eu voltei para as palavras até elas parecerem reais na minha cabeça, no mínimo. Talvez elas não fossem reais na cabeça da maioria das pessoas, mas eu poderia fazer com que fossem reais para mim. Eu podia fazer a porra que eu bem entendesse.

How come everyone else could function and I couldn't? How could everyone live properly yet I had some sort of error in my programming?

I still couldn’t quite imagine a scenario in which I would fall for someone, but I was going to make it happen, and I was going to enjoy it

This was always the difficult part, back when she’d been at her old school: explaining that “asexual” and “aromantic” were different things. She liked holding hands and trading kisses. She’d had several boyfriends in elementary school, just like most of the other girls, and she had always found those practice relationships completely satisfying. It wasn’t until puberty had come along and changed the rules that she’d started pulling away in confusion and disinterest.