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I wanted a settled life and a shocking one. Think of Van Gogh, cypress trees and church spires under a sky of writhing snakes. I was my father's daughter. I wanted to be loved by someone like my tough judicious mother and I wanted to run screaming through the headlights with a bottle in my hand. That was the family curse. We tended to nurse flocks of undisciplined wishes that collided and canceled each other out. The curse implied that if we didn't learn to train our desires in one direction or another we were likely to end up with nothing. Look at my father and mother today.I married in my early twenties. When that went to pieces I loved a woman. At both of those times and at other times, too, I believed I had focused my impulses and embarked on a long victory over my own confusion. Now, in my late thirties, I knew less than ever about what I wanted. In place of youth's belief in change I had begun to feel a nervous embarrassment that ticked inside me like a clock. I'd never meant to get this far in such an unfastened condition. (p.142)
— Michael Cunningham, A Home at the End of the World
Give me kisses! Nay, 'tis true I am just as rich as you; And for every kiss I owe, I can pay you back, you know. Kiss me, then, Every moment, and again.
— John Godfrey Saxe
It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me right away,” he said. “Just give me a chance.
— Joan Kilby, Two Against the Odds
Sometimes you can cattle rope your heart and sometimes you can't, is all.
— Deb Caletti
Sexy with a capital SEX.
— Wendy Rosnau, The Right Side of the Law
How many fears came between us?Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hellrained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.Horror tore this world asunder.While inside the bleeding smokeand beyond the shredded weeping fleshwe memorized tales of infinite good.--from The History Lesson
— Aberjhani, Elemental: The Power of Illuminated Love
I miss you more than Michael Bay missed the markWhen he made Pearl Harbor. I miss you more than that movie missed the pointAnd that's an awful lot, girl. And now, now you've gone awayAnd all I'm trying to say, is: Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you.I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting schoolHe was terrible in that film. I need you like Cuba Gooding needed a bigger partHe's way better than Ben Affleck. And now, all I can think about is your smileand that shitty movie, too. Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. Why does Michael Bay get to keep on making movies? I guess Pearl Harbor suckedjust a little bit more than I miss you.
— Trey Parker
Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Apa boleh kita punya harapan, Ray?""Boleh, kenapa nggak?""Walaupun kelihatannya nggak mungkin?""Kenapa nggak mungkin?
— Sefryana Khairil, Coming Home
You know how you have a good meal and you got gravy left on the plate. The gravy was so good that you don’t want to leave it on the plate but you don’t want to be a pig about it? So you take your bread and use it to sop up the rest of the gravy. That guy is totally soppable!
— Erin Jamison, Better Than 8: Fantasy
He looks kind, but he's really a huge sex fiend. He's perverted and spoiled and always jealous. And he hasn't called me for two weeks. But he's cool, isn't he? My guy. I'm the only one that knows...that the coolest part of him is his naked back.
— Yugi Yamada, Close The Last Door, Volume 02
He was like a lot of Warmbloods, massive and showy and a bit of a dumb jock...
— Astrid Amara, Half Pass
I didn't want to fight with him. And yet I could not promise him what I most wanted to give - my love, the promise that I would stay with him in the Winter Court, that I would throw caution aside and be with him.
— Kailin Gow
Though Trish and her bad boy types weren't exactly Kindra's style, she had to agree that Violet went for quiet and uninteresting. Sort of like mild salsa. Why even bother? You'd be better off just biting a tomato.
— Erin McCarthy, Bad Boys Online
The moment-when I could no longer face myself in the mirror-wasn't easily explained
—  nor was the oppressive misery I experienced once I finally became the person I was meant to be but then realized with terrific horror how much I still hated her.
Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best	  	 To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife!	 	 Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
— William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
You, my dear, are a creature of the night, you are a vampire.
— Lauren Hammond, Love Sucks
I'm not going anywhere.
— Allie Burke, Violet Midnight
Bringing Thoughts 2 Life
— Brooklen Borne
He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked into the curls with cheap, native combs. The sight of them gave him hope.
— V.S. Carnes, Sand for Dreams
Gabrielle chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling. “So he’s been after you, has he? Poor Etta, pursued by a sun priest offering to pleasure—” “Every nook and cranny,” Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh.
— Michelle O'Leary, The Lover's Gift Regained
Surely--But I am very off from that.From surely. From indeed. From the decent arrowthat was my clean naivete and my faith.This morning, men deliver wounds and death.They will deliver death and wounds tomorrow.And I doubt all. You. Or a violet.
— Gwendolyn Brooks, The Essential Gwendolyn Brooks
I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define.
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
As readers, we are seldom interested in the fine sentiments of a lesson learnt; we seldom care about the good manners of morals. Repentance puts an end to conversation; forgiveness becomes the stuff of moralistic tracts. Revenge - bloodthirsty, justice-hungry revenge - is the very essence of romance, lying at the heart of much of the best fiction.
— Alberto Manguel, Dark Arrows: Great Stories of Revenge
Let’s not get started on their uniforms. Superman’s stretchy spandex has nothing on Batman’s sculpted pecs.”He glared at her. “You cannot bring fashion sense into a superhero discussion!”“If they wear it, it’s fair game.” She folded her arms on the table.
— Alisha Rai, Veiled Seduction
Reg: Speaking of blunt, dinner is on my bill tonight, mes amis.Alex: What's the occasion?Augustus: Lady Caroline's agreed to venture out on a picnic with out intrepid hero. Kit: I don't know why you keep insisting she's smitten with me. I've barely spoken five sentences to her.Augustus: It's very simple. Reg has thrown his entire being into pleasing Caroline. She knows every nuance of his thought and character. You, however, are a mystery to be explored, solved, and resolved.
— Suzanne Enoch, Lady Rogue
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William WordsworthBeing an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. ~Graycie Harmon
— Lindy Dale, Heart of Glass
You sound so reasonable for a man who's been jilted. Can't you sound a bit angry? You just lost the best sex of your life. Punch a wall or something!
— Bronwyn Scott, Pickpocket Countess
You’re supposed to pinch yourself – not the one you’re dreaming about.
— Nicki Elson, Three Daves
There was an infinitesimal pause while he watched her face, as though he half expected her to recognise it, before he went on, 'My friends call me Thorn,' and gave her a smile of such devastating charm that she blinked.Her hand clasped in his, her senses zinging from his touch and that stunning smile, she stared into his dark, handsome face until, realising that she was gawking at him like some overgrown schoolgirl, she withdrew her hand and asked quickly, 'What do your enemies call you?
— Lee Wilkinson, Ruthless!
His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water.
— Haruo Shirane, Early Modern Japanese Literature: An Anthology, 1600-1900
Love is total surrender, total acceptance and total commitment.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
How many more times would I have embraced him that night, how many more times would I have kissed him, if I had known the name of that stranger lover who was already in Montreal, who had already bought his stadium ticket from a scalper for the 5,000 tomorrow. That implacable lover who was going to turn Billy's eyes away from me forever.
— Patricia Nell Warren, The Front Runner
Has she glanced you way yet?"Twice," Nick said on a note of satisfaction.Meaning?"Nick glanced at him. "She's not completely disinterested."I see Moreland. That makes it an even half dozen hanging out for a rich wife. Four looking for their second. Rossman, the old satyr, certainly isn't likely to be much competition. What in the hell does he think he's doing anyway? He must be sixty."Basking, I should think. She hasn't given him the cold shoulder yet," Nick responded coolly.
— Jaide Fox, His Wicked Ways
Liebe macht nicht blind. Der Liebende sieht nur weit mehr als da ist.
— Oliver Hassencamp
I swallowed hard, a hot flush blazing a trail across my skin. Reminded me of that old television show, Bonanza. You know, the one with the burning map and the lively western tune? Yeah, my skin was that map, but the song blaring in my head leaned more toward a “bow-chick-a-wow-wow” sound than anything else. Hormone overload!
— Lisa Sanchez, Eve of Samhain
Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost and slumped forward on extended arms. His shoulders jerked and head sagged a little while his heart broke. Old Man cried the mute cry of men of his generation.
— Ed Lynskey, The Blue Cheer
Music is the secret language that effortlessly connects our bodies, our minds, and our souls. I’m addicted to the lyrics— they speak to me in a way only he and I will understand. So, until it’s safe to speak my mind, I’ll speak to him through lyrics. I’m addicted to him. He’s a song I never want to end.
— Hope Alcocer, Where Hope Lies
For all the awkward girls that think they’re alone.You’re not.
— Alexa Riley, Guarding His Obsession
Nicholas: I know you, brother. You've been threatened with matrimonial pursuits before. Why are you really here?William: I received an invitation.Nicholas: Not from me you didn't.William: Of course not from you, brother. Parliament would go up in flames before I receive a social invitation from you. 
— Donna MacMeans, The Education of Mrs. Brimley
She paused and saw him tense in expectation. He wouldn’t like to hear this, but better from her than one of the others. “You aren’t the only pilot I have in my service. And you aren’t the only person with a dark past, though the illegal things that you did, you were forced to do by the Core. But I will tell you what I’ve told the others. This is your last chance. You screw up with me and you get shipped up river. I don’t offer second chances—I offer last chances.”Nope, he didn’t like it. She saw the hand not holding the bottle of beer curl into a fist.Sin and Del, from Sunscapes Trilogy, Book 1: Last Chance
— Michelle O'Leary, Last Chance
She gazed at him alluringly and grinned. No further words were necessary.
— Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans
I’ve never needed a bodyguard, Evan.”His hands stilled on the glasses. “Maybe that isn’t such a bad idea now.”“It’s a terrible idea. I would never want anyone watching every move I make. It’s unnerving. There are fresh lemons in the bottom drawer.”Evan squatted and tugged open the vegetable crisper inside the refrigerator. “You know,” he waved a piece of the yellow fruit for emphasis, “you may want to think about it, though.”Morgan smacked the table so hard the salt and pepper shakers jumped.He grinned and stood. “Haven’t lost your temper, I see.”“My temper wasn’t burned.
— Rachel Carrington, Burning Reflections
That's what got her, of course. That everyone thought it so unbelievable that she could possibly attract a man like him. It shouldn't upset her because it was true. She couldn't. Not in this world, in this lifetime. Yet she didn't appreciated everyone else acting as if they were the most improbable twosome since Quasimodo hit on Esmeralda.
— Jo Leigh, Ms. Match
I'm not too heavy?" she asked. He had just come off crutches, after all.Sophie, you're practically a midget," he reminded her.
— Sarah Mayberry, Burning Up
Everton" (Francis)Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. "Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent," he said admiringly.The peacock stopped beside him. "Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?"You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.
— Suzanne Enoch, Lady Rogue
Reg: Furth's in London. And yes, I know, it's my fault. But as long as I'ver roused the lion, I was going to ask you to speak to him on my behalf.Alex: You wish me to speak to Furth.Reg: Well, yes. He's always like you. Just tell him what a noble, upright fellow I am, and how I have always upheld my position with dignity and respect.Alex: Lie, you mean.REg: Whatever it takes.
— Suzanne Enoch, Lady Rogue
Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.
— Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin
stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.
— Sanober  Khan
People make mistakes all the time – some of us just are in more of a position to leave an impact when we do.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
I love being aroused.I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It’s like I’m being made new.
— Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual
In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.
— Sanober  Khan
That somehow, this insufferable girl would become the one person I am forever, hopelessly, madly drawn to against my will and possibly even my better judgment.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
All of sudden I cared what someone thought of me. Because we are friends. And making you miserable and angry makes me miserable and angry. I don’t want to be the person to make you mad or cry, Ryiah. I want to make you laugh. I want you to make me laugh, because gods know you are the only one who can. So, yes, I am sorry, I am sorry because even if I was right, I was also wrong. And I’d rather lose a silly battle than your friendship.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
I don’t need another ‘adversity builds character’ speech, Darren. That man is a chauvinistic pig. Where’s your adversity?”Darren raised a brow. “I’m looking at it.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
The heart has its own reasons that reason can't understand.
— Voltaire
It was the impatience of the way he tore my panties from my body, that really turned me on: I was all he could think of, as his lust got the better of him.  The way they looked so small, and cruelly forgotten, was a beautiful symbol of how much we both needed to satisfy our lusts.
— Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual
We couldn’t be friends. We couldn’t be enemies.So what were we?
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
He didn't take any of my shit. I needed that.
— C.J. English, Affairytale
Someday, Ry, you are going to realize who Darren really is. He’s a prince, and he’s only going to break your heart.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
Anything for Byron’s least favorite apprentice. It’s the least I can do since you took over my torch.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.
— Lori Jenessa Nelson
You can be a great man and still be a fool. Many of our country’s leaders can attest to that. Were they still living.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
Three. I had just made my first, second, and third kill. Before I had even obtained my mage’s robes. I bent over and vomited into the grass. There was no pride, no justice, just the appalling sense that I had lost my innocence. That I was a monster.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
The Earth must have done some noble work
—  that is why you were born here and not in the ocean among the fishes and not in the sky among the birds.
She blinked her eyes open, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, looking every bit like a goddess before him. And if he were a better man, he wouldn’t have been able to taint such purity. But he wasn’t a better man, and there was no turning back now.
— A. Zavarelli, King's Kitten
Shane kissed her one more time, lightly and softly, and fluffed her hair back from her face. “To be continued,” he said. “I hate cliff-hangers.” “Blame Eve.
— Rachel Caine, Fade Out
I’m not like you. I’ve never cared about keeping relationships or sparing people’s feelings. All I’ve ever cared about is power: how to get it, and how to keep it. I told you as much when we met.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
He was a prince. There was no hope in saying yes to the boy with the garnet eyes who left me reckless and confused at every turn. There was no future with him. None. Darren had duty. To the Crown. Gods only knew Priscilla and Blayne had spent enough time reminding me of that.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
Love Darren? Of course not. Love is for fools not smart enough to see the path in front of them. That’s the difference between you and I, Ryiah. I see the truth and accept Darren for what he is. You just see what you want to see. It’s why I will wear the crown and bear his children while you are left wondering why you were never good enough.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.
— Donna Lynn Hope
One doesn't fall into love... one digs a hole for himself to trip... claiming he didn't see it coming
— A.M.M Alusi
Not to sound like a jerk, but Jane isn't really my type. Her hair's kinda disastrously curly and she mostly hangs out with guys. My type's a little girlier. And honestly, I don't even like my type of girl that much, let alone other types. Not that I'm asexual or something - I just find Romance Drama unbearable.
— John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
The first rule in the book of love is acceptance.
— Destinee Hardwick, Wishing on Raining Stars
Do you think someone can change? Like maybe in a year or two? Like, do you think if maybe two people aren't right for each other right now, maybe they could be later?
— Stephen Emond, Winter Town
Ultimate prosperity is one's value within. It takes a man of depth, morality, and charm to be envied yet without a sign of wealth or romance. A passion to prove such inner worth is his permission to achieve whatever he desires.
— Criss Jami, Killosophy
The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.
— Anne Bishop, Written in Red
Romance is very pretty in novels, but the romance of a life is always a melancholy matter. They are most happy who have no story to tell.
— Anthony Trollope, He Knew He Was Right
Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.
— Donna Lynn Hope
Then, by your definition... I'm in love with you.
— Angela N. Blount, Once Upon a Road Trip
Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets
— Andy Warhol
Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.
— Patrick W. Carr, The Hero's Lot
Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like kissing one's sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms.
— Thomm Quackenbush, We Shadows
Only a heart that knows how to love can ever be broken.
— Gisclerc Morisset
If Fancy's lips had been real cherries probably Dick's would have appeared deeply stained.
— Thomas Hardy, Under the Greenwood Tree
I see life as a waste. You grow up. Get a job. Have a family. Retire. Then die. But there's one thing worth living for and that's love and it always will be. It will be happiness with someone you can't live without. Someone to have silly arguments with and laugh about. Someone you can grow old with. Someone to recognize your scars and understand them. That's how I see life
— Heather Sally
And finally, she saw him smile. It chased the shadows from his face and made him a boy again. It was a smile that a woman could grow to yearn for.
— Joss Alexander, Tainted Innocence
A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,a thousand hearts will read these words,as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,repeatedly, again and again and again.Some will mock, some will laugh. Somewill shed a tear. But it is writtenonly for your lips, your eyes, your heart,beloved.
— V.S.Atbay
Aku mencintainya tanpa diketahui.Aku mencintainya dalam diam.Aku mencintainya dalam satu sudut pandang.Aku mencintainya di satu sisi.Ya, aku percaya.Jika takdirku adalah dirimu,kau akan memilihku. Nanti.
— Jee, Because It's You
This, she thought, was what love and desperation made you do: say things that were better left unsaid, give yourself away in a million little gestures, a thousand little changes of expression.
— Cathy Williams, A Suitable Mistress
A warrior becomes experienced by being defeated; a scholar by making mistakes. Defeat and mistakes we have left in the past," he said.
— Elaine Marolakos Edelson, Aries Fire
If they really want us to be happy, they'd let us pick ourselves.
— Lauren Oliver
She had known for a while that Chance would be her first. She hadn’t planned it would be tonight. But, it felt right, Fourth of July, fireworks, and her first time.
— Tamara Hoffa, Roping Love
Farkında mısınız leydim bilmiyorum ama benimle pazarlık ettiniz, bana emir verdiniz, beni ikna etmeye çalıştınız. Her türlü yolu denediniz, sadece bir yol kaldı.”“Neymiş o?”“Lütfen demek.
— Shannon Drake, Come the Morning
Ritsu... Do you like Oda?" More than me?"Yes.
— Junko, 王子の帰還 [Ouji no Kikan]
I write--because I must write.
— Taryn A. Taylor
Uh oh, maybe I’m hysterical. No, the look on his face had been so funny. Did he really think to kiss me into submission? That shit might work in romance novels, but not on me. If he wants to kiss me he’ll have to earn that privilege again.
— Tamara Hoffa, Roping Love
The phrase she was so mad she could chew nails and spit screws ran though his mind at her look. Damn. He had really fucked things up between them. Why hadn’t he taken her calls again? Oh, yeah, to give her a chance at a good life.
— Tamara Hoffa, Roping Love
Please Tell me what your favorite flavor of ice cream... is
— Lara Sansen, What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?
I need a favour.’I raise my eyebrows at him in disbelief. What makes him think I’m about to do him a favour? He’s a stranger. And he’s wearing handcuffs.
— Sarah Alderson, Out of Control
Being amongst rough lives and confusion does not make you less, it only makes your beauty shine out more clearly.
— Sharon Sant, The Jackie Chan Fan Club
The multicolored kitten snuggled between her breasts.Lucky cat."I thought maybe something like....Sweetums.""What? That's a wussy name. She'd totally get her ass kicked by all the other neighborhood cats. You can't call her...that. See I can't even say it. It's too ridiculous."Abby chuckled, and the sound drifted over him like a warm breeze."I suppose you want me to call her Rowdy, or Bullet or Chainsaw," she said."Those aren't bad." He liked it when she teased him. "Maybe you could name her something like Flash, or Blaze, or Storm."Or maybe I could call her pooty pie.""Oh my God." He slapped his forehead. "You're killing me. You'd be better off sticking with Sweetums.""Ha!" She pointed her finger at him. "You said it." Before he could wrap his hand around that finger and pull her against him, he gave the kitten-who purred contentedly between Abby's breasts-a rub between the ears.Lucky damn cat.
— Candis Terry, Sweetest Mistake
You're wearing a lace thong?" Dolly clapped her hands. "That's absolutely perfect for romance.
— Peggy Webb, The Mona Lucy
I would not have imagined that love himself would have such a fatal blow this.
— Valentinno
... you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.
— E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
If someday you should ever think of me and miss me, know in your heart that I'd want you to find me once again. No matter how distant in time or space... FIND ME.
— Sebastian Cole, Sand Dollar: A Story of Undying Love
I’m a firm believer in equality at all times—”“At all times,” he repeated. “However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.
— Cherise Sinclair, Dark Citadel
I've given up men. It's true. At first, I was just going to give up attorneys, but that seemed immature - and far too exclusive, so I'm playing it safe and giving up all the penis-carrying humans.
— Jill Shalvis, Simply Irresistible
Ladies, if you’re single there is nothing wrong, sinful or wicked about desiring a husband, nothing. Anyone who would say otherwise is absolutely lying to you. God wired you for it, He built you for it. Men, there is nothing wrong, wicked, or evil about wanting a wife. I don’t know when that happened, I don’t, now listen I do think that you need to be content where you are today, alright, but listen I’m content with what Christ is doing in me today but I don’t want to be who I am today, I’m hoping Christ will complete what He began. It’s okay, it’s alright, who made it so complicated? it’s okay, it’s okay to want a wife, it’s okay to want a husband, those are good things, they’re really good things. It’s okay, it’s okay to want.
— Matt      Chandler
But do you want this? It's not much of a life. Don't you see? It's the first life I've had in four hundred years. With you--in the only way that matters--I'm alive again.
— Claudia Gray, Balthazar
I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.
— Ian Fleming, The Spy Who Loved Me
It’s just the love for her in my heart that is morphing into this madness and how can I run away from it? Sometimes I want to when I can’t bear it anymore, but where will I go?
— Faraaz Kazi
Eccolo!” he exclaimed.At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end.“Courage!” cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. “Courage and love.”She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her…
— E.M. Forster, A Room with a View
It would be too easy to become infatuated with a man like him, and also decidedly unwise considering the female debris left in his wake.
— Tiffany Snow, No Turning Back
He thoroughly intended to do some major grovelling. Olympic-style begging, if necessary.
— Christy Reece, Rescue Me
You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one."-Henrietta Barrett, (Minx, Splendid Trilogy book #3)
— Julia Quinn, Minx
So what if the airin Paris smells of romance?My shirt smells of you.
— Pooja Nansi
Beneath her curls, I forget the world,With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold. Love is as much in her heart as in mine,But she doesn’t say it, her punishment so divine.
— Faraaz Kazi
Because you have my heart, Virgilia Wessex.” Softly, almost achingly. “Every black ounce of it. Scars and all.
— V.S. Carnes
You’re fearless.”Draven laughed loudly and shook his head. Zarah frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.“No, I’m not. Trust me. I’m scared all the time. You scare the living hell out of me.”Her jaw dropped. “I scare you?”“Anyone who isn’t scared of you is insane.
— Pixie Lynn Whitfield, Darkness Comes This Way
I want you, Delilah Anne. Never doubt that. I want a life with you. With your voice and your touch and your thoughts and your arguments. I want your grace and your mistakes and your promises and your everything, all twisted up with mine. I want it so bad that I feel like I can’t breathe whenever I think about being without you.
— Dee Tenorio, 10 Ways To Steal Your Lover
It is possible to compromise in certain areas when choosing a partner for life, but never on a cravat.
— Amanda Grange, Henry Tilney's Diary
It's a known fact, that in life, you can't have everyhing. In my heart, I knew that I loved them both as much as it is possible to love two people at the same time. Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. And I know that now--that love isn't something you can erase--no matter how hard you try.
— Jenny Han
It's one thing to say you think someone "hung the moon" but that generally means you are blind and deluded, and then the relationship fails because they say you changed, when really, they never saw you at all...The real test is if someone sees all your flaws or blemishes or individual differences, and they still think you hung the moon.
— Kelli Jae Baeli
It was as if the rare joy that had formed in my heart was replaced by a pale shadow threatening to engulf me at that very moment. Victory didn’t matter now. She did!
— Faraaz Kazi
Rahul did not realise the fluttering of the pigeons that so often disturbed everyone in the lab, by darting in and out of the ventilators. He did not realise the long, loud bell that went off, signalling the end of the last lecture, nor did she! They were living in the same moment, the same time, the same feeling, the same thought. Everything had slowed down to that moment. It was as if everything had stopped and all that existed were two people bound to each other by a string of feelings, two young people finally realising what life really meant and what they were supposed to do – love as one!
— Faraaz Kazi
[Ever been kissed?]I want to know if you've
— Jess C. Scott, Instantaneous Insanity: A Collection of 500 Pseudo Haiku
He watched her for her reaction, or possibly watched her just to watch, his eyes hooded by his lashes and his mouth impassive. A faceless man—such as the one she had dreamed of since she was a child—his identity not obscured by mist or flying sand or swirling dust, but by a mask he readily employed whenever he wished. As a shutter closed against a gale. Closed against her, no matter the impact of his words. He seemed to speak them against his will, just as he seemed to care for her against his will.
— V.S. Carnes
I know I am flaky, I accept that—and I know, as well, that I can mangle the good king’s English like no one else in my or the next ten governesses’ acquaintances, but that will not prevent me from speaking! I may not be as wise as you in the ways of the world, I may not have wounds that run as deeply or scars to wear upon my chest like medals of valor, but at least I don’t retreat and hide the moment a soul comes within reach of my fingers!
— V.S. Carnes
She wondered how a man could look into a woman’s eyes and lie so completely, so convincingly. She wondered how he could have looked and not seen the love that had glowed there, the blind faith, the unconditional devotion. She wondered how he would sleep at night, knowing he had betrayed her so effortlessly.
— V.S. Carnes
How is it that I am completely naked while you haven’t shed even one stitch of clothing?”“Because you were dinner, Rebecca.”A snort escaped, mixing with her laughter. “Remind me to have dinner with you more often. I have been missing out.” “You? What about me?
— Krystal Shannan, Open House
No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.And precious.
— V.S. Carnes
His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
You spanked me,” she told him.“I did.” He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. “And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a splitting headache.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come in tears:Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,	In their nativity all truth appears.How can these things in me seem scorn to you,Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.”Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.
— Cherise Sinclair, To Command and Collar
We have formed a sick little friendship over the past year
— Dee Remy, There Once Was A Boy
Don't leave yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.
— Robyn Carr, Sunrise Point
Through the darkest hours of the nightand through the dreamers realm I seek,Far beyond the starry skyand beyond galaxies I am free.Through the grimmest memoriesand past a seasons air I cannot breathe,Far beyond this mortal worldin an afterlife we shall meet.
— Lee Argus
We are only victims if we allow ourselves to be.
— McCartney Green, Dandelions Never Die
She opened her eyes. "Is this real?""Very real." I brushed the soaked strands off her cheek, wondering if I was lying or not and if I should care if I was. "Angel, let me kiss you.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout
But you were concerned about making sure things, you know, didn't get serious.""Yeah, because I'm an idiot.
— Robyn Carr, Sunrise Point
Why didn't you let me die? You could have finally been free.""I gave up trying to imagine a world without you." - Essallie & Kayden
— Alivia Anders, Obumbrate
Only great fools remain ungrateful.
— Jaachynma N.E. Agu, The Best Option
Bella: I love you. Edward: You are my life now.
— Stephenie Meyer
I don’t want to hear it. Go back to Sammy and get your platter of gonorrhea with a heaping side order of chlamydia. It’s free. Please leave.
— Melisa M. Hamling, Twenty Weeks
Haven’t I proved to you yet that I don’t give a damn about your missing parts?
— RaeAnne Thayne, Dancing In The Moonlight
He turned then and those blue eyes met hers from across the sea of people. Her stomach bottomed out. Damn it. She couldn't be attracted to the arrogant ass.Somehow repeating herself wasn't helping.
— Billi Jean, Midnight Star
Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also."Special?Sam cocked his head as he studied Sunny. Almost all of her hair had escaped out of her ponytail now. She wore a baggy pink sweatshirt and had on the kind of drawstring plaid pants that would've set Bozo the Clown's heart pitter-pattering with envy. Her yellow tennis shoes were covered with dog hair.Yeah, special was one word for her.
— Jennifer Shirk, Sunny Days for Sam
She trailed off when she realised Will was turning a dull red. For a big, muscular guy, he sure blushed a lot.
— Katie Allen, Breaking the Silence
I love you. The words reverberated between them, sinking into their skin, scored onto their hearts as they staked their claims to each other’s bodies, surrendering themselves and possessing each other, a tangle of limbs and lust and love, coiled together into one perfect unit, one small miracle, one simple story that has been told and retold since the beginning of time: just two people meeting, the most extraordinary and wondrous and mundane thing in the world.
— Kate Aaron, Four Chances: A Short Story Quartet
I felt the same way the world felt about Kurtis
—  It revolved around him.
We both must burn this midnight oil together. You’re just as new to me as I am you.” --Andrew
— Laura Kreitzer, Abyss
GET IN" he says, getting in on the driver side. I get in with no questions. Okay. This is a bad movie waiting to happen-I'm getting in a car with a guy I just met today who is keeping secrets from me. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm too scared to speak or ask or run away, though. So I just get in and put on my seat belt. I am so stupid.
— Sara Daniell, Visions
Morning breath here. ‘A dirty mouth you say,’ clean it up with Orbit.” Maya chuckled. “Unless you have gum, I’m not letting you near me.” She reached for a pillow and plopped it over her face. “Ha-ha! Good one. No gum on me, but I’ll settle for kissing your belly.” Alex whisked her pajama top up and knelt down to kiss the roundest part of her tummy.
— Melisa M. Hamling, Twenty Weeks
Maligned –powerfully-drawn characters acting out a disturbing view of our future.” -David Compton, New York Times Best-Selling author
— Kathleen Papajohn
Mistakes? That's why they put erasers on pencils.
— Rick Barnett
I love you, Louise Downe McCord. You drive me absolutely crazy sometimes, and this is one of those times, but I love you.
— Maggie Osborne, Silver Lining
My love, you are playing with a fire that you do not fully understand.” His voice was deep and controlled. “There are times I may not be able to control myself. I am injured, and I need to feed – this would be one of those times.” ~Cole
— Tina Carreiro, Power of the Moon
Their daughter scrunched up her hands and legs, waving them wildly in the air. He opened his palm, allowing the babe to kick his hand."Is she like a puppy?"Constance choked. "What!"He looked up. "Will she get her spots later?"Laughter bubbled up from within her as she playfully whacked him on the shoulder. "Yes. Yes, I'm afraid she will. As soon as the sun touches her skin, the freckles will appear."A delicious two-dimple grin spread across his face. "Good. I find I'm rather partial to freckled redheads.
— Deeanne Gist, A Bride Most Begrudging
Bathsheba looked at Benedict. "You never told me they were matchmaking.""He didn't notice!" said his father before Benedict could answer. "He didn't notice handsome young misses of unexceptionable family. He didn't notice beautiful heiresses. We tried bluestockings. We tried country girls. We tried everything. He didn't notice! But Bathsheba Winngate, the most notorious woman in all of England, he noticed.""We notorious women tend to stand out," she said.
— Loretta Chase, Lord Perfect
The features of character are carved out of adversity.
— Rick Barnett
Un paraíso conseguido sin esfuerzo no entusiasma al creyente.
— Pío Baroja
Thought you didn't like red hair."One of Drew's dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma's shoulder. "Must have me confused with someone else, but I'm not surprised. Seems to happen to most of the older set at some point or other.
— Deeanne Gist, A Bride Most Begrudging
There is beautiful you are.""No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob."Yes," said Owen."No," said Marged, not so certain."Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes.""Dove's eyes are small." Marged said."Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen.
— Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me..Phil 3:14
— Aileen  Friedman, Changes From a Sunset
I can feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.
— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
You could have arrived atop a wildcat and no one would have said a word. They will adore you.
— Deeanne Gist, A Bride Most Begrudging
Look. Isn't he beautiful?"Drew's expression softened. "Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that?"Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.
— Deeanne Gist, A Bride Most Begrudging
Bitter disappointment pushed tears from her eyes."Now what's wrong? I said you could wear it."She drew in a shaky breath."I w-wanted you to l-like my dreeessssss."He moved his gaze over her."The gown makes my mouth water, love.
— Deeanne Gist, A Bride Most Begrudging
Ah, God, Lys" he breathed, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. She was the love of his heart, his true partner in both work and life, and the idea of losing her to the violence of the world they lived in scared the living shit out of him.But her smile lit her eyes, her face, and he pushed the darkness away and let himself grin back at her like the damn fool that he was. This moment-now-was perfect, and he wasn't going to let his fears interfere.
— Suzanne Brockmann, Hot Pursuit
He must have seen her shock, because he said, "You can't defeat the power of the book. But you can make it work for you.
— Kristine Grayson, Wickedly Charming
I wait, with some impatience in my pulse, but no doubt in my breast.
— Charlotte Brontë, Villette
It's not a romance, it's a love story.
— Sadie Jones
Sneezeweed, Drew?"He grinned. "Jealous?""Surprised.""Remind me, and I'll have a talk with Gerald. Give him a few tips.""Promise?""Absolutely.
— Deeanne Gist, A Bride Most Begrudging
Love is not jealous.
— Brian Jay Corrigan, The Poet of Loch Ness
It’s been said that I have a problem admitting when I’m wrong. The main reason is because I never am.
— Shamara Ray, Recipe for Love
You don't lose a partner you've been with for 30-odd years and just wake up one day with a smile.
— Jacqueline Sauvageau
Te aseguro que no soy de las que quieren a medias. Mis sentimientos siempre son profundos y arraigados"...
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
She tapped her chest. “No, I’m not a freak, okay, so could you stop pressuring me.”Rafael muttered something under his breath, throwing up his hands in surrender. “So what am I? What’s Karhl, Jayani, my brother, and all the BaSatai? Are we all freaks? Justbecause this human has some kind of fascination with labeling you, you believe in it. Be your own person, Armani, not what someone else says you are.
— Suzan Battah, BaSatai: Outside In # 1
Kau yakin kau sudah mengecek rias wajahmu? Matamu kelihatan seperti mata panda.
— Francisca Todi, Mafia Espresso
And then of course there was her opinion to consider. Would she ever care to entertain the thought of kissing him, let alone marrying him? He was willing to bet his life that she wasn't. Not yet anyway. Therefore, he had made up his mind. He had devised a carefully thought-out plan, its sole purpose being to eventually ensure Emily's hand in marriage. And he would do it the old fashioned way--through trickery.
— Sophie Barnes, How Miss Rutherford Got Her Groove Back
You are safe with me.""I am not at all safe, with you. But I have no desire to be elsewhere.
— A.S. Byatt
With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .
— Chelsie Shakespeare, The Pull
It's hard to walk away from a winning streak, even harder to leave the table when you're on a losing one.
— Cara Bertoia, Cruise Quarters - a Novel About Casinos and Cruise Ships
My heart, for unknown reasons, seems to freeze in motion in my chest. I can see he senses it and he holds his pause to enjoy my suffering, prolonging my ignorance. “Viktor, what?
— Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl
Is the mask magic?" he demanded with sudden, passionate interest."Yes." I bowed my head, so that our eyes no longer met. "I made it magic to keep you safe. The mask is your friend, Erik. As long as you wear it, no mirror can ever show you the face again."He was silent then and when I showed him the new mask he accepted it without question and put it on hastily with his clumsy, bandaged fingers. But when I stood up to go, he reacted with panic and clutched at my grown."Don't go! Don't leave me here in the dark.""You are not in the dark," I said patiently. "Look, I have left the candle ..."But I knew, as I looked at him, that it would have made no difference if I had left him fifty candles. The darkness he feared was in his own mind and there was no light in the universe powerful enough to take that darkness from him.With a sigh of resignation I sat back on the bed and began to sing softly; and before I had finished the first verse, he was asleep.The bandages on his hands and wrists showed white and eerie in the candle-light, as I eased my skirts from his grasp.I knew that Marie was right.Physically and mentally, I had scarred him for life.
— Susan  Kay, Phantom
He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He took it into himself. Soaking in the peace that came with it.And even as the rustling began he felt still, he felt calm. Scratching and scrapping within the stones, and the rustle of wings. But all Eli knew was the nature of love.
— Rachel A. Marks, Distant Passages - Volume 2: More of the Best Short Stories and Poetry from Double-Edged Publishing
At the sound of my name, those two worlds on either side of me collide, and my lips meet his. Time ceases to exist, and so, apparently does any logic that my mind is hanging on to. Logic would say that this is insane; every other fibre of my being says it's right.
— Dianna Hardy, 'Til Death Do Us Part
Do you still do the clubs?”Jake shakes his head. “You do the clubsbecause you can’t find what you need at home. I’ve got everything I need. I’ve got the answer to needs I didn’t even know I had.
— Josh Lanyon
Chris just watches, but he can't keep his mouth shut for long. "Excellent, everyone is serving me. I'm glad you guys have finally figured out how it should be...now you just need to convince the world.
— Kate Sherwood, Head Shy
He looked at her, smiling. Her heart—which had been beating pretty rapidly all evening, increased in pace. His hair was ruffled and he had a scattering of sand on his arms. He was gorgeous. And he was looking at her as if she were covered in maple syrup and he wanted to lick it off. She couldn’t believe her luck.
— Serenity Woods, White-Hot Christmas
Devon Hamilton-Zemaitis was a beautiful woman. Being dead didn't change that.
— Rachel Gibson, Not Another Bad Date
You remarked once in a fit of pique you had made me famous. You were wrong, my dear. You have made me.
— T.D. McKinney, Kissing Sherlock Holmes
A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a suddens seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.
— Francesca Marciano
I will be so glad for you to hear not the sounds of gunfire but the sounds of church bells, and of people working in peace.
— Elizabeth Berg, Dream When You're Feeling Blue