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Phillip Murray and Wanda Saxton meet in the last scene under the rainy awning, their wrong wife and fiance finally story-lined away, and walk out together into the downpour - we know from the first scene, Christmas eve, that both of them like walking in the rain but don't have anybody who will do it with them - and it's the miracle of the ending.
— Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up
Yes, she was the girl playing basketball with all the boys in the park, collecting cans by the side of the road, keeping secret pet kittens in an empty boxcar in the woods, walking alone at night through the rail yards, teaching her little sister how to kiss, reading out loud to herself, so absorbed by the story, singing sadly in the tub, building a fort from the junked cars out in the meadow, by herself in the front row at the black-and-white movies or in the alley, gazing at an eddy of cigarette stubs and trash and fall leaves, smoking her first cigarette at dusk by a pile of dead brush in the desert, then wishing at the stars--she was all of them, and she was so much more that just just her that I still didn't know.
— Davy Rothbart, The Lone Surfer of Montana, Kansas: Stories
Have you lost your damn mind? Running like that?” He spoke in Spanish. “You’re pushing me over the edge, Antonio.” She pitched her voice so low he could barely hear. “Bringing me to this place, hanging the possibility of my father out in front of me. You are driving me to do crazy things.”“Kiss me,” he whispered into her ear.“Now you’ve lost your mind.
— Linda Bond
This was home. This was perfection. This was everything he'd never known he wanted. (Griff)
— Jami Gold, Unintended Guardian
On the third day God created the beautiful Earth, and on the fourth day his favorite and dearest of all, your gorgeous smile.
— Nedzad N. Alihodzic
I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
— Walt Disney Company
Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.
— Virginia Woolf
... Once a penguin finds its perfect other penguin, they stay together pretty much forever.
— Anna Staniszewski, The Prank List
I write because he needs to know.
— LeAnne Mechelle, Write like no one is reading 2
I would kiss the ground where your shadow fell just to be near you.
— Deanna Raybourn, Night of a Thousand Stars
I don’t want to be just another guy—because I am the guy for you.- Jared Hoffman
— Sheena Hutchinson, Discovering April
Never underestimate the capacity for romance, no matter what the circumstances.
— Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey
So all I’m saying is take that tiara back out, place it on your head, and prance around like a goddess. Paint your face, paint those pictures, paint the entire world if that’s what youwant. Leave your colorful mark in this school, and together, we’ll wear our hearts on our sleeves and make the area explode with spouts of laughter.
— Ayla Starr
Only a rose would make a man turn the shade of his desire.
— Erin Eveland, Darkness
You're just a huge romantic at heart, aren't you?""If there's cash involved, I'm anything you want me to be.
— Jasper Fforde
...she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory.
— Michael  Callahan, Searching for Grace Kelly
All I want is to love you and fill you with happiness.
— Auliq Ice
As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my own, I need not; Pretty diamonds, nor big cash nor gold As long as I can watch the handsome sunshine of your face, I need not; Open skies, nor snowfall, nor the rain As long as I can gaze into the emeralds of your eyes, I need not; New colors, new wings or paradise As long as I can feel the tender tickle of your breath, I need not; The drifting wind, nor its call, nor caress As long as I can feel your soft lips upon mine, I need not; Melted sugar, nor the most expensive of wines As long as I can feel your warm body close to me I need not; A blanket, nor a bonfire's luxury As long as I can see you every morning I wake, I need not; A mirror, nor a cloud, nor shade As long as I can keep you in every petal of memories I need not: Dreams, nor desires, nor fantasies And as long as I can hold you in every moment that I breathe, I need not; Oxygen, nor blood, nor heartbeats.
— Sanober  Khan
The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass. The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Knives and candlelight,” he said, “how romantic.
— Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist
You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”“If my heart grows any fonder, it’s going to hop out of my chest and into yours.
— Olivia Cunning, Backstage Pass
To the romantic soul, the rituals of Valentine's Day echo every day of the year.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…
— Dinesh Kumar Biran
Where do you prefer to sit, Sir?" (Lady Alexandra to William, the Duke, during her mail-order bride interview.)
— Lisa M. Prysock, To Find a Duchess
A relationship is like a bubble the more you chew the lesser its tastes.
— Taimoor Madni
I am a hopeful romantic. - Charlotte, In the Shadow of Angels
— Fanny Lee Savage, In the Shadow of Angels
I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do. All because she smiled at me.
— Jennifer Niven
I seemed to have lost my husband and best friend simultaneously – and to each other. Something warned me that I would get back either both or none.- #Draupadi
— Sweety Shinde, Arjun: Without a Doubt
This is THE most romantic thing that has ever happened to me, and it involves both drugs and a toilet.
— Katie Heaney, Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date
In the end, Astrid couldn’t do anything about my . . . turning into light, but she made a prediction. She said the sun would help me and I would be cured thanks to its efforts.’‘The sun?’‘Yes. It was the symbol I drew from among the runes. Astrid says it represents . . .’ ‘What?’ he said, looking at me curiously, and I could see that he really wanted to hear the answer. I became embarrassed. ‘It’s not important . . .’ I muttered. ‘Please tell me!’ He turned fully towards me and I could feel myself blushing pink. ‘The . . . man in my life.’I was done for. My heart was beating heavily but Elijah, for the first time since I had awoken, smiled. I was incredibly ashamed of myself, so I made to go back to the house, but the Dark Angel grabbed my wrist.
— A.O. Esther, Breath of Darkness
A Romantic builds everyday fulfillment through tenacious observation of daily life and an abundance of reliance on intuition. The result: An extraordinary life lived in ordinary days.
— Shannon Ables
Love never dies... when death is not the end.
— Brian Lovestar, Dream Myself Alive
The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.
— Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After
I have always enjoyed kissing the girls I've kissed in the past but only because I was attracted to them. It didn't really have anything to do with them in particular.When I kissed all the other girls, I felt pleasure. That's why people enjoy kissing, because it feels good.But when you like to kiss someone because of who she is, the difference isn't found in the pleasure.The difference is found in the pain you feel when you're not kissing her.It doesn't hurt when I'm not kissing any of the other girls I've kissed. It only hurts when I'm not kissing Rachel.Maybe this explains why falling in love is so damn painful.I like kissing you, Rachel.
— Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love
I don't know what we're doing here – you and me … I don't know what we are or what we can be, but this doesn't have to be about that. This can just be about … a chance. Taking a chance.
— Dianna Hardy, Broken Lights
Grant me one hour on love’s most sacred shoresTo clasp the bosom that my soul adores,Lie heart to heart and merge my soul with yours.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part
Either I'm changing very quickly, and everything is standing still, or I'm the one standing still and everything is changing around me. Either way, I'm out of joint with the world.
— Bernie Su, The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet
... (lady i willtouch you with my mind.) Touchyou, that is all/lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite care/ the poem which i do not write.
— E.E. Cummings
He is in love with the land that is always overThe next hill and the next, with the bird that is never,Caught, with the room beyond the looking glass.He likes the half-hid, the half-heard, the half-lit,The man in the fog, the road without an ending …
— A.S.J. Tessimond, The Collected Poems of A.S.J. Tessimond
God,” she butted her head into his chest, “I'm so angry with myself.”“What? Why?”“Because … this is my mess I dragged you into, and you don't deserve any of it, and I feel like I'm ruining you with every single thing I say, and…” she lifted her head, eyes shimmering, “I'm a selfish, selfish bitch. Because all I can think about, is whether I'll regret it in three hours, when we walk out of here, and I never know, not even once, what it's like to be with a really nice guy.
— Dianna Hardy, Broken Lights
I gave you a few laughs and showed you a good time, but there was no future with me. So although it was fun while it lasted, you made up your mind to choose the stability and security a rich man can offer.”She shook her head. “No.”“No?”“If you look in your heart, you know that’s not true.”“So, what is it then, he went into a jealous rage and he threatenedyou?”“Yes.”“With your life?”“No.”“Well then...”“With yours.
— N. Lombardi Jr., Journey Towards a Falling Sun
He took a breath. “My future wife’s in the police...“Wait, wait, wait. How long have you been going out with this woman?”Luca cleared his throat again, this time with deserved sheepishness. “We met yesterday.
— Billy London, Best Laid Plans
But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody elseWho cares if you're all I think about,I've searched the world and I know now,It ain't right if you ain't lost your mindYeah, I don't want easy, I want crazyAre you with me baby? Let's be crazy
— Hunter Hayes
Each of us has a heart, a soul, and feelings. Each of us desires to be wanted, to be appreciated, and to be loved.""Making love is not something you do to someone―it's something you share. Lovemaking between men and women should be mutually pleasurably. Both women and men should be fully and completely satisfied.""If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.
— J.F. Kelly
First crush, first kiss, first time I saw the oceanAnd dug my toes in the sandBaseball and summer nights, casting out when the fish first bite,First time I got a Chevy in my handsI thought nothing can touch that by a mileI thought nothing can make that moment seem so worthwhile
— Scotty McCreery
why should I die and loose you to tell god how much I love you...
— Prathamesh Patil
My every text gets wet before it reaches you.
— Prathamesh Patil
-I am alergic to these flowers.-I know.
— Non know
If he spoke, he knew that he would break the spell. As soon as she knew her Romeo wasn’t coming she would be disappointed. She would doubtless be angry with him, perhaps even sense that it was somehow his fault.But at this moment she was happy and breathless with anticipation. Tonight was her night and she wanted to be loved.
— Emily Arden, Lover by Moonlight: Deception: Book One
Barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.
— Craig Thompson
Scratch a cynic and you will find a disappointed romantic.
— Christopher Moore, The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove
Because he wanted nothing from her; this was a generous, expansive feeling, unattached to the possibility of gratification; it was the simple happiness that came from knowing that one particular person was alive in the world
— Jo Baker, Longbourn
There's nothing more romantic than self-destruction.
— Meghan Blistinsky
The budstands for all things,even for those things that don’t flower,for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessaryto reteach a thing its loveliness,to put a hand on its browof the flowerand retell it in words and in touchit is lovelyuntil it flowers again from within, of self-blessing
— Galway Kinnell
never try to understand a girl: either you go crazy or fall in love with her.
— Smita Kaushik, The Girl I Last Loved
Let the whole world knock on that door. I'm not opening it.
— Emm Cole
My type has a romantic soul. He'll make my heart and my brain fight over who gets him first. He does what's right, even when it's not easy - actually, especially when it's not easy. He knows the value of discipline, education, honor, and restraint. And his strength of character is the only thing that out weighs the strength of his love for me.
— Penny Reid
I can't leave her now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won't say it again.
— Veronica Roth, Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene
I can’t take the ring. It means—it means too much to you. It’s all you have left of them.”“That’s why it’s better if you have it,” he said, and held out the box, cupped in one hand.“Because you can make it a better memory. I can barely look at this thing without seeing the past. I don’t want to see the past anymore. I want to see the future.” He didn’t blink, and she felt the breath leave her body. “You’re the future, Claire.
— Rachel Caine, Kiss of Death
He’s silent for a few seconds staring back at me with his soulful blue eyes. Even though he never says a word I can feel his emotions rising up inside him. He reaches out to wipe the tear from my cheek and I feel his love for me, smell it, taste it, his love is intoxicating.
— Sheena Hutchinson, Initiation
Lucien?”“Yes, Alice?”Her heart was pounding, but she willed herself to muster the courage to reach out to him— unpredictable, dangerous as he was. “I think it’s real.
— Gaelen Foley, Lord of Fire
I have a lot of boo-boos, cowboy.""Maybe I should kiss them." He leaned forward, brushed his lips against her forehead, just above the stitches over her eyebrow.She held up her arm where there was an abrasion. "Hurts here too."He kissed the spot."And here." She pointed to her mouth.He kissed her with a pressure as light as the brush of a butterfly's wing.She thought of a hundred places on her body she wanted him to kiss. "I hurt all over.
— Lurlene McDaniel, The Year of Chasing Dreams
Have you ever been in love, Alison?" He leaned in and draped his arm along the back of her chair. "I'm not talking about a crush or infatuation. I'm talking about where you'd do anything for someone. Can't stop thinking about them. Be there if they were sick or just needed a shoulder to lean on. Someone you wanted to wake up to every single day and couldn't wait until you saw them again at night. Someone who made you feel like you're everything you've ever wanted to be.
— Candis Terry, Something Sweeter
To a man, professional soldiers despised terrorists, and each would dream about getting them in an even-up-battle; the idea of the Field of Honor had never died for the real professionals. It was the place where the ultimate decision was made on the basis of courage and skill, on the basis of manhood itself, and it was this concept that marked the professional soldier as a romantic, a person who truly believed in the rules.
— Tom Clancy, Patriot Games
...nothing seemed quite as romantic as holding hands while you climaxed.
— Chad Lane, Frat Rush
ERIC: What are you always writin' in that book anyway?RODNEY: Poetry.TYRONE: Poetry?Rodney stops sketching and sentimentally flips through a few dozen pages of sketches and handwritten poems and notes.RODNEY: Poetry and pictures. Snapshots of our lives developed in the darkrooms of our souls."From CENTRAL PARK SONG -- a screenplay
— Zack Love, Stories and Scripts: an Anthology
POLICEMAN. Good luck. (She finds it easiest just to nod in reply) I wish I was a Prince.
— J.M. Barrie, A Kiss for Cinderella
Laws of attraction could build a strong relationship among married couples or friends.
— Saaif Alam
My second crush,don’t know, who you are,by thinking of you,my day pass.The things, the things, the things changed,forgot the first, second begins.The second crush,my second crush,don’t know who you are,but, by thinking of you,my day pass.Who you are, i don’t know,but seeing you shed tears.My feelings drop, water stops,in my eyes.The things, the things, the things changed.I fall in love, are you goddess or what.As i came near you,my heart beat rise.Want to stop my legs,but they attracts.Like your tears attract the sand,when they are falling on land.My heart, my heart, my heart beat rise,you came, you came, you are closer to my eyes.I see tears fallen on the ground,my love rotating around you round and round.Now, you are the first,you are the last,that i told you my sweet heart.When i see you first time,it was my last time,to fall in love, my dear valentine.The second crush,my second crush,don’t know who you are,but, by thinking of you,my day pass.The things, the things, the things changed.Now, crush end,time spend,love start,now, you are my life part.:-)
— Abhishek Kumar Singh
Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise, like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore simply rise above the pain in the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. The celebration of the chance taken and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one. Like a team braced against the tempests of the world. And love will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality. Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held, promises made long ago in the sacred space in our hearts.
— Lucas
Dust everywhere... and out of that emerged this beautiful boy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, holding his hand out to help me to my feet.
— Marie Lu, Legend
I can’t change the past, Tate. I wish I could, because I’d go back and relive every day that I existed without you, and I’d make sure that you smiled.” My eyes burned with regret, and I saw the pools in her beautiful blues, too. “Every minute of my future belongs to you.
— Penelope Douglas, Until You
Falling in love is a subtle process, a connection sparked by attraction, tested by compatibility, and forged by memory.
— Jay Bell, Something Like Summer
I know the world is flat now, I'm not going back.
— Rainbow Rowell, Landline
I’ve never had a reason to survive—no reason to question the way things were. I lived because I was told to…now I live because I want to. I survive because I want to know what is outside the deception we’re buried in, and I want to experience it with you. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted, and now you’re the reason I’m going to fight. I don’t know how we’re going to make it out of here, but we’ll find a way. We’ll find a better life.
— Cassandra Giovanni, In Between Seasons
Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
I felt bashful, like I had when I'd first told him of An Imperial Affliction. "Um, okay. Okay. 'Let us go, trough certain half-deserted streets,/ The muttering retreats/ Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels/ and sawdust restaurants with oyster shells:/ Streets that follow like a tedious argument/ Of insidious intent/ To lead you to an overwhelming question../Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"/ Let us go and make our visit" "I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am, " he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you." "Augustus," I said again, not knowing what else to say. It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this wierdly painful joy, but I couldn't say it back. I couldn't say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed, and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
They’ve loved you your whole life and you’ve been gone for days. I’ve just loved you for the better part of a week and losing you just ‘bout drove me crazy.
— Amanda Lance, Wanted
Make me a weapon,” I whispered as he pulled away. “Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.
— Cassandra Giovanni, In Between Seasons
Nicolas walked toward him. Ignoring the presence of the others nearby, he took Julien's chin in his hand and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Julien seemed chagrined at first, and then accepted the gesture. It was sweet, and had the air of a couple that had been together for a great long time.Maric glanced away, embarrased by the intimacy, not to mention the fact that he hadn't quite realized the nature of the two warriors' relationship ealier. Not just comrades, then, and far more than close friend. The older Grey Wardens seemed unsurprised.
— David Gaider, The Calling
Riley asked himself why he had ever considered space travel romantic. “Because you are a romantic,” his pedia said.
— James Edwin Gunn, Transcendental
Life Without Love Like Body without Soul
— romantic
What’s your version of the perfect guy?”“I guess I’d like someone who proves he cares by his actions instead of just saying it all the time.”“That’s reasonable.”“And I’d like someone who has his own life, too. You know I work a lot of hours at the hospital, and I like what I do. I imagine I’d come to resent a guy who expects me to work a nine-to-five schedule just because it fits his needs.”“Anything else?”“But he still has to be—” she cut herself off.“Good in bed?
— Tami Lund, Naked Truth
Love Is Like A Plant.We Give It Attention,It Grows. We Ignore It,It Dies
— Chris J.Farah
If you wanted candles and romantic music, then you wouldn’t have chosen me.”“Maybe I didn’t choose,” she dared. “Maybe it just happened.
— Megan Duke, Ninety Degrees: A Precursor to Small Circles
Julian smiled back, his full lips pulled back over white teeth as he rolled the blanket back a little bit. “Is he really a heart breaker?” 	“I’m the breakiest of heart breakers,” Leo interjected, his tone deadpan as he dumped a handful of greens into the pot on the stove. 	Julian wrinkled his nose. “That’s not even a word,” He complained and fell into a sulky silence from his place on the bed.
— Hazel Blackthorn, His Brother's Keeper
She is the glorious reincarnation of every woman ever loved.
— Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
I'm yours. If you'll have me, I'm yours
— H28, Dark
Sometimes you can't stand the sound of her voice and other times you wonder how you'd even breathe if she wasn't there. That's marriage, and she'll feel the same way.
— Shannon Stacey, Taken with You
Well, go on then, Abby; run along and let the nice man compromise you.
— Anne Gracie, The Autumn Bride
You’re saying we can write our own destiny,” I said, feeling too jaded and stubborn in the moment to believe it. “I am saying,” he said carefully, “that this is not the end of the story. Not the way I am writing it.
— Karina Halle, Love, in English
For you, anything.
— Jessica Sankiewicz, If Only We
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
I could still box your ears.”“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “You couldn’t reach that high.
— Anne Gracie, The Winter Bride
Her hands slid to his shoulders, his biceps, and dug in as if to hold him here, right here. But he wasn't going anywhere. He liked her hands on him, liked her tongue in his mouth, and when she made that noise deep in her throat, the one that said she was as lost as him, he groaned, both in pleasure and with a good amount of what-the-fuckery, because he knew.He was in trouble. Down to the bone trouble, and he didn't give one single shit.
— Jill Shalvis, Animal Attraction
I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. And this time, I will never let her go.
— Katy Regnery, Playing for Love at Deep Haven
Nothing touches your skin of sweat(meltdown of oceanic kisses)when the purple lightwhispers to the moon in silent moonlit clarity
— Bear Step
Chose your love, love your choice.
— Thomas S. Monson
I still would have been in love with you and wanted a life with you, because of who you are. Not because of the things you did for me.
A miracle happened. Right there and then, in amongst the lunchtime diners and tourists, with the sweeping views of San Francisco Bay outside the window and the sea lions making a racket on the wharf below, a miracle happened. And Samuel lost any hope of recovery. Lily laughed.
— Lexxie Couper, Lead Me On
We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too.
— Henry Martin, Finding Eivissa
They’d be complaining about having to walk, and screeching at me to ‘do something, Freddy, do something!’”“But what could you do?” she said, puzzled.“Carry them, probably.” He gave her a hopeful look. “Do you want me to carry you?
— Anne Gracie, The Winter Bride
mnY reason of b"kup, but it hurts moRe when you don"t know evN a single-1. 
— Sumit Ð choudhary c2
The friendship that like live is warm; a love like friendship, steady.
— Thomas   Moore
He cupped my face in his hands and wiped my tears with his thumbs."Better?""Yes."He looked into my eyes and said, "I'll never leave you alone, Anna. Not if I can help it.
— Tracey Garvis-Graves
Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.
— Willam Law
A young man who doesn't have the foresight to seek out the girl he wants to be with and actively pursue her, doesn't deserve her.
— Colleen Houck, Tiger's Quest
Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but love springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals love, and sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals good sex. Sometimes I believe that love is as natural as the tides, and sometimes I believe that love is an act of will. Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it. Sometimes I believe that love is essential, and sometimes I believe that only reason love is essential is that otherwise you spend all your time looking for it.
— Nora Ephron, Heartburn
Love can be so hauntingly beautiful, waking up past selves that have been wandering aimlessly through the corridors of our soul, for far too long. When someone else can take us from the ghost-town of our inner-selves, to exciting new landscapes, it's worth the risk, just to feel reborn.
— Jaeda DeWalt
You fill my soul with hope and love.Together, we will remain through the heavens above.One soul, together. For always and forever…
— A.R. Von, Lady's Destiny
Love can be such a mysterious muse and seductress... spinning her magical web of stardust and emotional euphoria. True love sang her siren song and we wrapped that song around us like the sweetest melody.
— Jaeda DeWalt
I have only one heart to give and one mind to lose. May I someday find a woman who will take them both.
— Michael W. Grimard
You are all I ever need.
— T.S. Krupa, Safe & Sound
And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course." Turner pauses and scowls. "Though I can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach.
— C.M. Stunich, Bad Day
He was so stark and male and beautiful that she hungered for him. Physically, to be sure. But also from someplace even more intimate, someplace where heart and soul melded into a yearning so strong, that she wanted to weep from it.
— Dorien Kelly, The Last Bride in Ballymuir
You should see it,” he said. “V for Vendetta, I mean.”“Okay,” I said. “I’ll look it up.”“No. With me. At my house,” he said. “Now.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Dear J.,I want to explain something.After my dad set me on fire...Well...He died in jail while I was in the hospital getting skin grafts. And I never got to tell him how much he hurt me. Not just physically, but inside, you know? So I took it out on other things for a while.I'm better now. I get counseling for it, and I'm really better. But I'm not perfect. And I'm still fighting it. See... You're like the only person I have in my life that I really care about. I'm selfish about that. I don't want anybody to touch you. I want to keep you safe. That's why I hate this assignment so much. Now that I have you, I'm afraid to see you get hurt or messed up, like I was. I'm afraid I'll lose you, I guess. I wish you could always be safe. I worry a lot. If you weren't so damned independent...Ah, well. *smile* As much as we have been through in the past few months, we still don't know each other very well, do we? I want to change that about us. Do you? I want to know you better. Know what makes you happy and what scares you. And I want you to know that about me, too.I love you.I will try to never hurt you again.I know I'll screw up. But I'll keep trying, as long as you let me.Love, Cabe
— Lisa McMann, Fade
You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.
— Himanshu Singla
He appreciated all beautiful things. As she stood before him poised, scrutinizing every inch of his face, liable to strike him, he thought she was the most incredible thing he had seen in his life. She didn't step away from fear, she walked up to it.
— Nicki Salcedo, All Beautiful Things
What is more dramatic, even romantic, than the tumbled towers of lower Manhattan, rising suddenly to the clouds like a magic castle girdled by water? Its very touch of jumbled jaggedness, its towering-sided canyons, are its magnificence.
— Jane Jacobs, The Death and Life of Great American Cities
I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.
— Susan Juby, Home to Woefield
It was almost romantic, in a mad-inventor sort of way.
— Kady Cross, The Strange Case of Finley Jayne
He laughed, a big, open-mouthed laugh that made her think of words beginning with the letter O.
— Kerrigan Bane, Mirror's Edge
In time, she eased into sleep, and her head rested against the plane of his shoulder. He held her and wondered that such a simple intimacy between a man and woman could mean so much.
— Dorien Kelly, The Last Bride in Ballymuir
To be a devil isn't so bad; to be a devil that can still see beauty, still remember what it was like to be in the sight of the most holy, now that was an obscenity, and that was what I was.
— Candice Raquel Lee, The Innocent: A Myth
I have tried to tell him in a dozen different ways that I am only six inches tall. I've told him I am as tall as his heart, that he could hold all of me in his hand, that I am shorter than I appear. Every time, he's acted as though I'm saying something romantic or poetic.
— Jennie Bates Bozic, Damselfly
But Fin would always be a bit of a romantic, at least when it came to books.
— Cathleen Schine, Fin & Lady
Like a kite, carried by the wind, he followed her into the fluffy white clouds of her imagination. He didn't think her silly for living in the sky, but rather, he marveled at the wondrous life she had created on the outskirts of reality. He knew her love would elevate him to new emotional heights.
— Jaeda DeWalt
And you don't ever have to worry about what I feel. The way I feel about you won't change. You can do whatever you like to me. You could turn this town to dust, burn the woods until they were cinders, you could cut out my heart. It wouldn't matter. It would not change a thing.""What if I ate a baby?"Jared's mouth curved up at the corners, slow and not cruel at all. "I'm sure you'd have a good reason," he said.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Untold
I never wanted anything as bad as I want you
— Amanda Lance, Conviction
Every time he touched her, the touch felt new, like something they had just invented together.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Untold
I did not matter what distant iron city had raised him. He had been made by Sorry-in-the-Vale, his bones as much a part of it as the valley and the woods. It was as if she had the whole town spread underneath her. Or the whole world, since right then he was the only part of it that mattered.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Untold
Henry lifted his head and looked directly at me. I froze where I stood, feeling as if he had just told me a secret with that look. It was new . It was a question and a statement and a quick, hidden secret all at once..
— Julianne Donaldson, Blackmoore
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.
— Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell
Then, as now, there were always girls who were overlooked and ignored by gentlemen who really should have known better.
— Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas
This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken.Most likely his heart.
— Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas
When she heard about Mitch, it was Roberta that talked me into making the pizza.“You have to!” she’d nearly shrieked. She did this because I’d waxed on perhaps a little too enthusiastically about Mitch’s looks, his warm smile and his neighborly behavior.I shook my head. “I don’t know. He freaks me out.”“Yeah, I get that. Johnny Depp came in and fixed my faucet then told me he wanted to try my pizza that would freak me out too. But I’d still make him my freaking pizza.
— Kristen Ashley, Law Man
...this miserable trick the romantic plays upon himself: of setting just beyond his reach the very thing he prizes.
— Walker Percy, The Moviegoer
And how did you know about that?” Seven looked at his watch. Chase held up a hand. “Let me guess, in two minutes and thirty seconds, I was going to tell you Martin called.”“No.”“No?”“Six minutes and fifteen seconds. You had a couple of false starts. Then you were going to apologize because he wouldn’t help you by putting you in touch with his contacts in Washington.”“Something tells me you’re going to be no fun come Christmas.
— Adrienne Wilder, Seven
You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story.Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake of love. I'llbet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic trash!"Just a minute ago I'd despised that author for bringing about such amiserable ending, then there I went, rushing to the defense. "T. M.Ellis could very well have been a man! Though I doubt any woman writerin the nineteenth century had much chance of being published, unlessshe used her initials, or a man's name. And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of findingthe perfect love? And it seems to me, that Raymond was far moremushy-minded than Lily!
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Not romantic," she disagreed. "To me it would be romantic if Antony properly fell on his sword and kicked the bucket and Cleopatra escaped and lived a lovely life sailing along the Nile without him and his big ideas ruining her kingdom.
— Jack Gantos, Dead End in Norvelt
She bit her lower lip hard and blinked her eyes. There was such wistfulness and longing in his voice. Oh, she was going to give him back his eyes, or the next best thing, if it took her the rest of her life to do it.
— Mary Balogh, The Arrangement
Sometimes the ones we love are like butterflies, flitting all over, and we have to sit and wait patiently for them to land. Sometimes they never do, and that’s a risk we take. But sometimes what they need most is to see us sitting still, patient, waiting. To understand that we’re going to be there no matter what, that we’re the ones who are always sitting there waiting, loyal, loving. Sometimes that’s more powerful than any words.
— Heidi Cullinan, Love Lessons
My lips on your body trace the story of my love.
— C.D. Reiss, Sing
I see the way he looks at you when you're not aware of his gaze. I see the way you care for him. And so when you think he wants you gone, it is not that. He is simply afraid to lose you.
— Susan Wiggs, The Lightkeeper
She wakes, she smiles .... because she is enevloped in the warmth of loving you.
— Truth Devour, Wantin
I’m saying I love you, Cami. All of that was as real for me as it was for you. I’m asking if you’ll stick this out beside me. I’m willing to lose my badge and even be dishonorably discharged if that’s the case. I just don’t want to lose you.
— Lacey Weatherford, Crush
Love for you dances within & around my core of being as regular as the beat of my heart. As certain as the draw and release of each breath.
— Truth Devour, Wantin
There were nights for instance, especially in August, where the view of the full moon from the top of the Acropolis hill or from a high terrace could steal your breath away. The moon would slide over the clouds like a seducing princess dressed in her finest silvery silk. And the sky would be full of stars that trembled feebly, like servants that bowed before her. During those nights under the light of the August full moon, the city of Athens would become an enchanted kingdom that slept lazily under the sweet light of its ethereal mistress.
— Effrosyni Moschoudi, The Necklace of Goddess Athena
A radical love story is the only device that makes the time-chariot of a village, a city, a country, gallop faster. Such a love story pulls the wheels of that chariot from a murky, regressive past towards a spotlessly clean road under autumn-blue skies. And for that chariot to move forward, to bring change in the village, you don’t have to be conscious of being a radical. You just have to fall in love.
— Aruni Kashyap, The House with a Thousand Stories
If you put a man in the mindset of romance, his mind will start to create those synapses and he’ll start taking charge.
— Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed
She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.
— Brandon Villasenor, I Can't Stop Drinking About You
I’d once had a long-term relationship with a Five Point Five that got nowhere near living together. This was because I was a Two Point Five, he was a Five Point Five and he wanted a Nine Point Five. Therefore, we were both destined for a broken heart. He gave me mine. He later found a Six Point Five that wanted a Nine Point Five. She got herself a breast enhancement and nose job which made her a firm Seven (if you didn’t count the fact that she thought she was a Ten point Five and acted like it which really knocked her down to a Six) who broke his heart.
— Kristen Ashley, Law Man
Women always said he was warm. They snuggled with him in bed, grateful for the heat. A couple of his lovers even claimed that, when he was inside them, he heated them from the inside out.A pleasant flattery, perhaps, but one Hope would discover the truth of. For when she touched him, he did burn.
— Christina Dodd, Just the Way You Are
And I love you, William." Kiss."You can make any changes you wish." Kiss."Thank you, but I love everything exactly as it is." Kiss."You will stay with me each night?" Kiss."Forever, and all day, too, until you are sick of me." Kiss."That will never happen!" Kiss."I can be annoying at times." Kiss."Do you truly think me a baby?" Kiss."Only occasionally, beloved, and in the most endearing way. Now hush and kiss me!"Darcy complied with abundant enthusiasm.
— Sharon Lathan, Mr. & Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy: Two Shall Become One
Yet despite...accommodations with commerce, Möser regarded the market as primarily a threat--to the artisanal citizens of the town, to the traditional wants of the peasantry, and to the political structure to society, since it created a growing class of people outside the traditional paternalistic relations of the countryside. Möser's conception of contemporary political and economic trends in Osnabrück was essentialy tragic and tinged with that idealization of the past that would later be called romantic. Möser's heroes were the artisan-citizen and the independent peasant, his villains the shopkeeper and the peddler.
— Jerry Z. Muller, The Mind and the Market: Capitalism in Western Thought
Everything is because I love you.
— Jodi Ellen Malpas, This Man Confessed
- I'll be better tomorrow.- No you won't. But that's okay...I'll wait.- For how long?- How long will I wait? Take forever and multiply it by infinity. And then I'll wait some more.
— Brittainy C. Cherry, The Space in Between
You hung around the tattered edges of my soul, that's where you preferred to be...
— Jaeda DeWalt
That's why I don't tell people about us. They wouldn't understand, and 1 don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again.
— Nicholas Sparks, Dear John
You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice.His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck. She felt that he was smiling. “Darling love… you are.
— Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
I see you in every flower in the park, every color in a rainbow and in every scent that reminds me of the things I love. Without knowing how, or even why it happened, I can’t imagine a world where you don’t exist.
— Denise Mathew, Tattoos
Singular Touch.With that singular touch of his precious warm hand,His finger slowly skimmed her porcelain cheek.As her eyes fell upon his delicate soul,It was then he knew,He had captured every single ounce of her being.
— J.L.  Thomas, Shiver
He pinned me in place with a direct look, his dark brown eyes smoldering. “You’re Mary Jane,” he said finally. “And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because...you’re basically amazing.
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
Amazing? My heart fluttered. “But I don’t want Flash or Harry,” I murmured. “You want Spider-Man,” he finished for me, looking a little wistful. I shrugged. “And Peter Parker.” He looked at me, very seriously. “Then don’t settle,” he said.
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
It had replayed in her mind, over and over, growing in importance till it seemed her whole life could be slotted into two categories. Life before the kiss, and life after the kiss. Her life before the kiss had moved step by step ever closer to the predestined event. Meeting Dougal. And kissing him.
— Kerrelyn Sparks, The Vampire With the Dragon Tattoo
It’s so peaceful. I could go to sleep in here.” His eyes flickered to me once more, and for a dizzying second I wasn’t thinking about sleep or storms but about pressing my lips to his. I gave my head a slight shake and tried to slow my pulse
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
Suddenly finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t because his grip was too tight, mind you. It was just the sudden proximity. And he smelled so good, the scent of fresh coffee and rain clinging to his skin as he leaned in.
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
...you definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep.
— J.M. Richards
He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek and leaned toward me. I swallowed, gazing up at him with what I hoped was an expectant (and not alarmed) expression. He bent his head toward mine and...
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
She fell silent, remembering the jolt of envy and longing she’d felt when she’d framed the Browns in her viewfinder. Now, weeks and miles later, it was another jolt for Bryan to realize she hadn’t brushed off the peculiar feeling. She has managed to put it aside, somewhere to the back of her mind, but it popped out again now as she thought of the couple in the bleachers of a small-town park.Family, cohesion. Bonding. Did some people just keep promises better than others? she wondered. Or where some people simply unable to blend their lives with someone’s else, make those adjustments, the compromises?When she looked back, she believed both she and Rob had tried, but in their own ways. There’d been no meeting of the minds, but two separate thought patterns making decisions that never melded with each other. Did that mean that a successful marriage depended on the mating of two people who thought along the same lines?With a sigh, she turned onto the highway that would lead them into Tennessee. If it was true, she decided, she was much better off single. Though she’d met a great many people she liked and could have fun with, she’d never met anyone who thought the way she did. Especially the man seated next to her with his nose already buried in the newspaper. There alone they were radically different.”For more quotes visit my blog: frommybooks.wordpress.com
— Nora Roberts, Summer Pleasures
We didn't have to talk, and it wasn't awkward. We were just two lonely, out of place people sharing a holiday with junk food from the vending machine and a Claymation classic on the television." oh and later "I guess its a good thing we found each other then.
— J.M. Richards Tall Dark Streak of Lightning
Properly understood, then, the scriptures counsel us to be virtuous not because romantic love is bad, but precisely because romantic love is so good. It is not only good; it is pure, precious, even sacred and holy.
— Bruce C. Hafen
Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So what’s up?” He had one hand behind his back.
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,” he added. “Another red-letter day in history.
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill. Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine.“I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?” “I’ll tell you every day.” “Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy.“A hundred times a day.
— Nichole Chase, Suddenly Royal
Baby, if you let me take you out of here, I’ll give the word pleasure a whole new meaning." - Drew Evans
— Emma Chase, Tangled