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But what if you are a smart girl in love? All because I was a book nerd didn’t mean, I didn’t feel, I didn’t want. Shylock had cried out in excess of pain, “If you prick me do I not bleed!” But a book nerd is not allowed to be human, to say “you make me melt” and still have her mind want something else entirely?
— Candice Raquel Lee, The Innocent: A Myth
I don't care who kissed you first, as long as I kissed you last - George (If we kiss)
— Rachel Vail
Don't think you can watch all the romantic movies, soap operas, TV shows and read all the romantic books out there and not be affected. Ninety-nine percent of the romantic stuff out there is garbage... and what you put in always comes out... UGLIER!
— Osayi Emokpae Lasisi, Impossible Is Stupid
Sometimes the best ways aren't always the easiest and the hardest ways aren't always the funniest ways but if you really loved him then you push though all boundaries
— Laini Hammond
It was disgraceful but also romantic enough to make Lina's heart turn.
— Anna Godbersen, Rumors
Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Great beauty, great strength, and great riches are really and truly of no great use; a right heart exceeds all
— Benjamin Franklin
He waits."And I think that is what I would like love to be. Leaving room for each other, knowing that not every step is going to be side by side.Giving more than taking. Waiting. Trusting,
— Amy Garvey, Cold Kiss
Nevertheless, now that I have met you, I know that all that I am, and all that I have, could not match what you are worth.
— Mercedes Lackey, Beauty and the Werewolf
To every woman waiting for her knight in shining armor, don't lose hope. He will come. In the mean time, don the armor, shine bright and be your own knight.
— Eve Montelibano
Later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full
— Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three
The other problem is that she hasn’t arrived.”“Oh, yeah? And who is she?” “Well, she is a remarkable, funny, classy woman who can say the word fuck without being trashy. She makes me laugh, is ambitious, loves me because I’m nice, not in spite of it, and is as nice in return. She is simply enchanting.” “Shooting for the stars there, aren’t you, pal?”“Shouldn’t we all?” I didn’t know anymore, although I utterly envied his romanticism.
— Megan Karasch, Tales from My Hard Drive
And if you must sacrifice yourself, do that by marrying me. I’m not an easy man. You’ll earn your martyr’s crown before you’re done. Don’t condemn both of us to an eternity of unhappiness just because you’re too stiff-necked to face society’s censure.
— Anna Campbell, Claiming the Courtesan
She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.
— Mitch Albom
Chretien speaking to Dominic:'Magda is no ordinary young woman. There is a blood price on her head way beyond that upon any Cathar, indeed way beyond mine. I advise you most strongly to think with your head, not your loins.' 'I am thinking,' Dominic said softly, 'with my heart.
— Elizabeth Chadwick, Daughters of the Grail
One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a letter to his dictation, he came and bent over me, and said--"Jane, have you a glittering ornament round your neck?" I had a gold watch-chain: I answered "Yes." "And have you a pale blue dress on?I had. He informed me then, that for some time he had fancied the obscurity clouding one eye was becoming less dense; and that now he was sure of it.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Every week, Michael went to Dean and DeLuca to buy your pears." She shook her head, remembering. "He waas going to school, and he had no money, so he stretched every penny like this -" She made a motion as if she were pulling on rubber band. "But he wanted you to have the best pears. For you, only the best would do.
— Judith McNaught, Someone to Watch Over Me
I mean it today. And tomorrow, it will be today again, and I will mean it for that today. It's always today, Pearl. Don't worry about tomorrow, because it's always today, and every today we have, I will mean it. I will not leave you. Not willingly. Dont't make my mistake. Let me unmake it. Don't throw me away.
— Gail Dayton, Heart's Blood
John’s voice cracked when he answered, and she could hear the pain seeping in no matter how hard he tried to cover it. “What if I lose focus? What if I lose you?” he asked. Katelyn framed his face with her hands and kissed him softly. “You won’t,” she said against his lips. “You won’t lose me.” He just wrapped himself around her, kissing her with his drugging kisses.
— Lori Ryan, Everlasting
The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
The directness of her question throws me. "I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times"- my voice grows quiet - "that we've missed our chance.""Anna." Mer pauses. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.""But—""But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world.
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
— Anaïs Nin
I'm Kieran. You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room,
— Jayde Scott
I thought that I needed a church and hundreds of guests and music thatactually sounded like music, but I was wrong.What I needed was a drunken priest, irreverent guests, and a companionwho learned to play piano from a goat.""Then you got exactly what you needed.""I suppose so. But then again, all I really needed was you.
— Julia Quinn, Dancing at Midnight
For there's sweeter restOn a truelove's breastThan any other where.
— Susan Price, A Sterkarm Kiss
If I had the wings of a swan, over these stony hills I would fly. I would fly to the arms of my true love, and there I'd be happy to die.
— Susan Price, The Sterkarm Handshake
Somebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though.
— Patrick W. Carr, The Hero's Lot
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— Zoya
I would do most anything to make you happy, Howel, if you'd let me. I would become your servant, lay whatever you wanted at your feet.
— Jessica Cluess, A Poison Dark and Drowning
Despite everything - your lies, your wounds, I cannot help but love you. I'm helpless against it.
— Jessica Cluess, A Poison Dark and Drowning
The garden shimmered with candlelight from dozens of sweetly scented beeswax tapers set around to illuminate the space. In the center stood her painting table, now neatly draped in a crisp, white linen tablecloth and laid with her best china, crystal and silver.More lighted candles were arranged on the table, a small vase of flowers set in the middle, tender petals of red, pink and ivory adding a pleasing burst of color. More color glowed in the sky, sunset turning the horizon a glorious golden apricot.
— Tracy Anne Warren, Seduced By His Touch
Left side, he is injured. Hold me close right.
— Baali
You know nothing says love like a man holding a bucket, waiting for you to hurl into it.""No, offense, you start hurling and I'm going to be needed immediately downstairs in the casino ... I guarantee it."She glared at him with only her one eye open. "That's not very roma
— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Devil May Cry
Just focus on me,” I whispered to her, nipping her earlobe. “Nothing matters here but us. The way you feel. The way I feel. The way we feel together.
— Cybill Cain, Poker Face
I close my eyes and think about the only thing that makes life worth the trials: Emma Kingsley, her sweet smile, and the laugh that make me believe in a future.
— Cristin Harber, Only for Him
He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,
— Cristin Harber, Only for Her
I linger too long in his embrace; the night is so warm, the rocking of the boat so lulling, I have to stop myself from swaying to the music. Daniel smells really good—a masculine cocktail of saltwater, citrus, and probably just full-on testosterone.
— Lisa Daily, Single-Minded
There's something romantic about it, of course, in the way only other people's lives can be.
— Scarlett Thomas, The End of Mr. Y
I was young--so young--naive, isolated in a small world of safety and comfort too soon shattered by a phone call.
— Helen Picca, The Last Frontier of the Fading West
A new day is born in gleaming fire, rippling pools of light racing in from the horizon. It is one of the most breathtaking sights you can see. And we miss every second of it. We only have eyes for each other.
— April Daniels
A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.
— Cristin Harber, Winters Heat
Not realizing that I craved his warmth, his nearness, until he was gone.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
The jet-black sky behind him was reflected in this smile, and under the soft candlelight, it seemed to radiate with the brilliance of the whole universe.
— Tang Qi, To the Sky Kingdom
Then maybe it's not a question of how different we are. Maybe I've been in a hurry my whole life to experience all the things I've done and seen for a reason.""What reason?"His head turned toward hers. "To share them with you.
— Rhenna Morgan, Wild & Sweet
The idea that I could lose her again… it’s unbearable.
— Cristin Harber, Only Forever
The I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed.
— Jane Austen, Emma
Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
I rock in his arms under the stars and the blanket of night air, unwilling or unable to tear myself away.
— Lisa Daily, Single-Minded
To me the erotic is the relationship that organically manifests itself between people finding and exploring love. It is the universality of accepting the darkness that makes up human nature, the darkness I find so romantic within that dance, the inevitable opening up that lets in the light of sensuality between two human beings becoming one together without the confines of preconceived morality. In short, an exploration of all the facets of both the subconscious and conscious of light and dark. “Emotional connectedness.
— R.B. O'Brien
I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.
— Kamand Kojouri
Leave a kiss in my glass I won't ask for wine 
— Dr. Karan M Pai
Noemy says, “I guess it’s just the idea of love I miss. And, well, it was a good kiss.” Her smile turns rueful. “At least I got some practice.” A wonderful idea occurs to Abel. “Do you need more practice?” “Huh?” “We could practice, if you wanted."He smiles as he starts to explain."Remember what I told you on Genesis? I’m programmed with a wide array of techniques for providing physical pleasure, via every activity from kissing to the more arcane positions for sexual intercourse. Although I’ve never performed any of them before, I’m confident I could do so very skillfully.” She stares at him, eyes wide. Since she is swift to voice objections if she has them, Abel takes her silence as an encouraging sign. So he sits up on the bed to explain the further compelling reasons now coming to mind. “Humans need a certain amount of physical release and comfort in order to be psychologicallly healthy. You’ve been away from your family and friends for some time, and have endured considerable trauma, suggesting you are in even greater need than usual. I have all the information and technique necessary to be an excellent partner, my body is designed to be appealing, and of course I can neither carry disease nor impregnate you. We have total privacy and many hours of spare time. Conditions for intercourse would seem to be ideal.
— Claudia Gray, Defy the Stars
Peter will love Lara Jean with all his heart, always.
— Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean
A man in love does not notice the cut of the dress, but rather a face of a beloved.
— Rhys Bowen, Naughty in Nice
If you're lucky enough to finda girl who is a hopeless romanticwith a dirty mind,you should hold onto that.Because she'll be yours attwo in the morning, and at two in the afternoonthe following day.She'll kiss you where it hurts,and until it hurts.and that's important.Someone who not only knowshow to turn you on,but also knows how to treat you rightis someone worth a little something.
— Unknown
Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There's a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever's waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling, out against the great dark backdrop of the great unknown.
— Patrick Bryant
When he went to go get groceries, though, he asked Mercer to come. 'There's no one I'd rather get stuck in a snowdrift and freeze to death with,' William said.
— Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire
You make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world
— Abubakar Said
And so she remained, like everything that mattered to me then, secret—to be pursued in the woods by moonlight, when I was supposed to be studying.
— Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire
Couples who play together, stay together.
— Kris Garden, Body Sharing: Our First Time
It wasn't that she lit up, but that everything else seemed to dim. Things he thought were important or bright turned out not to be when she was around, when they were held up against her glow.
— L.C. Fiore, The Last Great American Magic
On the long drive to no where,As the song came to this part;"We'll stayFor ever this wayYou are safe in my heart andMy heart will go on"Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.
— Hilal Hamdaan
I’m here for as long as you want me.”“What if that’s forever?” He asked.“Then I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
— D.D. Prince, Detour
I found the words at the back of a drawer,wrapped in black cloth, like three ringsslipped from a dead woman’s hand, cold,dull gold. I had held them before,years ago,then put them away, forgetting whatever it wasI could use them to say. I touched the first to my lips,like a pledge, like a kiss,and my breathwarmed them, the words I needed to utter this, small words,and few. I rubbed at them till they gleamed in my palm –I love you, I love you, I love you –as though they were new.
— Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
I found the words at the back of a drawer,wrapped in black cloth, like three ringsslipped from a dead woman’s hand, cold,dull gold. I had held them before,years ago,then put them away, forgetting whatever it wasI could use them to say. I touched the first to my lips,like a pledge, like a kiss,and my breathwarmed them, the words I needed to utter this, small words,and few. I rubbed at them till they gleamed in my palm –I love you, I love you, I love you –as though they were new."Finding the Words
— Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
You found it,” she announced.I smiled, knowing what she meant. She and I’d had conversations since I was a small child about finding true love. She’d fallen deep with my grampa, who I hadn’t met, he’d died before I was born in a work accident, but she’d never sought out anyone else. She couldn’t imagine her life without him. She’d told me that some people could find love over and over but others found it once and it was so perfect, so ‘it’ that they’d never look elsewhere, even if they lost it. They’d had such good from it that they were topped up for life.
— D.D. Prince, Detour
Love. Yes. That’s what I feel for you. Your smile makes me happy and your pain makes me hurt with you. Your unhappiness makes me unhappy. Your body makes me ache and you make me hard with need to be inside you. You are always on my mind and when I am not with you, I want you with me.
— Laurann Dohner, Burning Up Flint
Marry me, Rachel.''Not yet.''Tomorrow, Rachel. Marry me.''Maybe tomorrow.''There is no common blood between us. Say it,' pleads Zachariah.'There is no common blood between us,' murmurs Rachel.'I am not your brother.''I know.'He traces her face with his swollen fingers, across the brow bones and down the zygomatics, and along the jaw from earlobe to chin, sweeping away the brine as he goes.'I am your Wolff,' he says.'And I am your Wolff,' she replies.Let the day begin.
— Emma Richler, Be My Wolff
Diane St. John had once said he looked as if he would speak in poetry, should he ever deign to speak at all.
— Madeline Hunter, The Romantic
Hey, Cath. Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?
— Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
You know, every bad guy was once good until he crossed a line. I don’t think they come out of the womb being assholes.
— Laurann Dohner, Smiley
Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.We find an hour together, spend it not on flowersor wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hairlike treasure on the ground; the Midas lightturning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for herewe are millionaires, backhanding the nightso nothing dark will end our shining hour,no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spithung from the blade of grass at your ear,no chandelier or spotlight see you better litthan here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
— Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
Dr Allendy said that it was necessary to become equal to life, that the romantic was defeated by life, really died of it, whether by tuberculosis in the old days, or by neurosis today. I had never thought before of the connection between neurosis and romanticism. Wanting the impossible? Dying when unable to reach it? Not wanting to compromise?
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
I want to kiss you.” It was rather magical, she thought, how those five simple words, said in his lovely deep voice, could set her aflame, like a lamp tipped over and burning up everything in sight. She said: “Well, kiss me then.” “How imperious you are.” He smiled, came close, and set his hand gently under her chin. He bent and touched his lips to hers, lightly, sweetly, and it was as if her whole being rushed to meet him in his kiss. It was light, sweet, tender, caressing, demanding, and fiery hot all at once. How did he do that? There was absolutely no doubt about it. He was an excellent kisser. She could easily get used to this.
— Lisa Berne, You May Kiss the Bride
Tenar, I go where I am sent. I follow my calling. It has not yet let me stay in any land for long. Do you see that? I do what I must do. Where I go, I must go alone. So long as you need me, I’ll be with you in Havnor. And if you ever need me again, call me. I will come. I would come from my grave if you called me, Tenar! But I cannot stay with you.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Tombs of Atuan
Lost in the impossible pleasure of finding that soul and body that fits up perfectly to yours, lost in the starburst patterns that wait behind their eyelids when all that matters is that they are both here, now, for as long as they can be.
— Kay Simone, One Giant Leap
I tend the mobile nowlike an injured birdWe text, text, textour significant words.I re-read your first,your second, your third,look for your small xx,feeling absurd.The codes we sendarrive with a broken chord.I try to picture your hands,their image is blurred.Nothing my thumbs presswill ever be heard."Text
— Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
When did your namechange from a proper nounto a charm?Its three vowelslike jewelson the thread of my breath.Its consonantsbrushing my mouthlike a kiss.I love your name.I say it again and againin this summer rain.I see it,discreet in the alphabet,like a wish.I pray itinto the nighttill its letters are light.I hear your namerhyming, rhyming,rhyming with everything."Name
— Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it wont be enough.
— Cassandra Clare
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllableslike a charm, like a spell.Falling in loveis glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heartlike a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at meas I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you areon the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream."You
— Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
Give me, you said, on our very first night,the forest. I rose from the bed and went out,and when I returned, you listened, enthralled,to the shadowy story I told.Give me the river,you asked the next night, then I’ll love you forever.I slipped from your arms and was gone,and when I came back, you listened, at dawn,to the glittering story I told.Give me, you said, the goldfrom the sun. A third time, I got up and dressed,and when I came home, you sprawled on my breast,for the dazzling story I told.Give me,the hedgerows, give me the fields,I slid from the warmth of our sheets, and when I returned, to kiss you from sleep,you stirred at the story I told.give me the silvery cold,of the moon. I pulled on my boots and my coat,but when i came back, moonlight on your throatoutshone the story I toldGive me, you howledon our sixth night together, the wind in the trees.You turned to the wall as I left,and when I came home, I saw you were deafto the blustering story I told.Give me the sky, all the spaceit can hold. I left you, the last night we loved,and when I returned, you were gone with the gold,and the silver, the river, the forest, the fields,and this is the story I’ve told."Give
— Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture
In the infinity and chaos that swirls around them, they have fulfilled their purposes: to live their lives with less suffering, to further humanity's forays into the inhospitable void, to love one another unconditionally, endlessly.
— Kay Simone, One Giant Leap
If you're the one whom i looking for from many years, then the beautiful end has come !!
— Harshit Vaishnav
You fault me for having standards?' Sebastian countered icily.'Not at all. I fault you for having two sets of them.'~ Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent & Cam Rohan.
— Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
Are we star-crossed?" I asked quietly, a whisper."Yes," he said. "But I would fight against the stars for you.
— Luna Lacour, Star-Crossed
It was about you... what I wrote. It was all about you." His bottom lip began to quiver."I know," I said, my voice shaky. I started to cry then. There was no holding back. "I loved it, every word. It was so beautiful.
— Renee Carlino, Swear on This Life
... you only know what I want you to know, you only see what I want you to see."...Wade: " I don't care! I am in love with your mind, with the person you are. I couldn't care about the packaging.
— Ernest Cline, Ready Player One
There isn't enough paper in the world to write all the poems you inspire in me.
— Rae D. Magdon, The Second Sister
Thou doth not know the tragedy of a tale between two hearts till the tears of a forgotten love dissolve into the scars of yearning and seep through the cracks of the broken, leaving behind a trail of crimson for all but one to see.
— Raneem Kayyali
I’ll miss you as well.” He glanced at her breasts. “So much.”She laughed. “Hurry back to me then.
— Laurann Dohner, Shadow
Why him?He was as likely to offer me security and safety as a violent terrorist holding a gun to my head.So why I had chosen him?Because he had charmed me into a love affair,had truly convinced me he was madly in love with me.
— Barbara Taylor Bradford
It's really difficult to pretend that you are happy when you actually are not in a state to face someone!!
— Sachin Jha, Let Love Speak
And the dusk in my heartBecomes lightWhen youLook toward me…
— Rehmat Changaizi, Mia Bella Dea
There's no getting rid of you. You are already in my bloodstream and woven into the marrow of my bones.
— Lindsey Ouimet, What's a Soulmate?
He didn't pick her
—  you don't choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.
I sighed immersed in a sleeping sea. A ripple that turned into waves and then storm, stirring and blending our troubled waters
— Luca Ferrarini
I take you as my queen, to protect and honor, to be my light in darkness, my courage in fear, my healing in sickness, my riches in need, my peace in war, my life in death. In token I present to you my sword by which I so swear from this hour henceforth, until death take me or the world end. I name you now Calista Vandal.” (Hero's wedding vow to his bride.)
— Ashlyn Macnamara, Destined for a King
What is the world, except that which we feel? Love, and hope, and delight, or sorrow and tears; these are our lives, our realities, to which we give the names of power, possession, misfortune, and death.
— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Valperga: Or, the Life and Adventures of Castruccio, Prince of Lucca
There's no pretending, I love you and I will love you until the day i die and if there's a life after that I will love you then.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Husbands and wives need to return regularly to the kinds of romantic activities that drew them together in the first place.
— James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: A Young Adult's Guide to a Meaningful Future
True love is the person you lay your eyes on that you will be with forever.
— Addisa Irving
Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.
— Naomi Wood, Mrs. Hemingway
Romanticism in loneliness is a true romanticism
—  but romanticism when others are around is suspicious because you may be pretending!
The chandelier's teardrop crystals twinkled above them like stars. It was easy to imagine that they were miles away from London, and that only the two of them existed.
— Anna  Bennett, My Brown-Eyed Earl
Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you.”She sighed. “Such a romantic.
— Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire
Yeah. I left something here that I love.
— Abbi Glines, The Best Goodbye
Let the romantic minds meet the romantic cities and after that the candle of romanticism shines on earth like a sun!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
So, does that make me your girlfriend?”“Do you want to be?”“I’ve never liked that word, actually. It sounds so juvenile. ”He shot her a worried look. “Is there another term you’d prefer?”“I’ve always liked ‘companion of my heart’. Or ‘my better half’. Or maybe even ‘the sun in my universe’.
— Mary Jane Hathaway, Only Through Love
Our hearts have already been broken. Maybe I can help to heal hers, even if it means ripping mine to shreds when she leaves and I have to say good-bye.
— Debra Doxer, Breaking Skin
Hey, Noah?”“Yes?” he says sweetly.“Why do you call me Snowflake?”He steps closer and runs one finger along my cheek, making my skin tingle in its wake. “Because you’re just like a snowflake. Beautiful and unique, and with one touch you’ll be wet.
— Kendall Ryan, Hitched: Volume One
Nothing with this woman was meant to be rushed. She was like a fine wine that only improved with age and time. Time she hadn’t been given growing up, but I’d waited close to a year.I could wait some more.
— Rachel Blaufeld, To See You
What I’m not going to bite it…are you mad?” he said breathlessly.“JUST BITE IT DAM IT!” I said forcefully.“ALRIGHT…GEES…just no lady ever asked me to bite it before…and besides mum says it’s not nice!” he said nervously.
— Nicole Eglinger, Changing Lives
I pressed inside her, inch by inch, gazing into her face. Her beauty. Mesmerizing. I was awed that I was inside her . . . or nearly. When I came to the barrier of her virginity, I met her eyes, full of trust and wonder, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sweet Lydia. Mo Chroí." And then I pressed inside, tearing her. She cried out in pain. I wanted to comfort her, but it felt so blessedly good that I could only bring my forehead to hers, holding myself still by sheer force of will, gritting my teeth to stop myself from thrusting, while she became used to my invasion. Why did it have to be that something that felt so wonderful to me hurt her?
— Mia Sheridan, Ramsay
You're my change of skin/ my summer-winter-fall/ I spring to follow you/ this loss is beautiful
— Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver
Hopes were high. But just like a balloon pushed past its breaking point, hope is fragile. One lungful of air too many and the balloon bursts leaving ugly, shriveled fragments behind, impossible to piece back together.
— Adriane Leigh, Sweet Alibi
He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, though not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Transparent Things
Living in a castle is objectively romantic.
— Lev Grossman, The Magician King
I'm not always the best at expressing myself to you, so I'm taking advantage of the fact that I will be completely unresponsive when you read this, and therefore incapable of messing things up
— Amy Plum
It’s the same as when I broke the melding bond. Our love doesn’t trump the millions of people in the seven worlds. We must think of the greater good.”He pulled back from me and before I could blink he held my chin in his gentle grip. “And I will tell you again, Abigail, that nothing trumps our love. Nothing.
— Jaymin Eve, Dronish
Of course, one must always take into consideration the modestly of the lady. Too subtle and she may miss your meaning all together. Too strong, and she may never look you in the face again.
— Julianne Donaldson, Edenbrooke
For Anne and our cub,for making me and my life less beastly
— Adam Nevill, The Ritual
When a beautiful woman takes an idea firmly into her head, even if the walls are then thousand feet high, she cannot be prevented from carrying it out. But if she rejects it, yet it will be as though a thousand mountains kept you apart.
— Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng, The Golden Lotus Volume 2: Jin Ping Mei
It is more than love, barely less than madness. It’s never close enough.
— C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House
I love you to the moon and bed.
— C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House
I’m jealous of the cherries that have been in your mouth,” he said, “that they get to make your lips so red.” He kissed her softly, teasing her tongue with his, a lustful wet caress, and Austen was suspended in air. “I’m jealous of every single day before today that I didn’t get to spend with you.
— C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House
I am too perfect for Evening," Adam volunteers. "But that's all right." He smiles shyly at Aislin. "I am not too perfect for Aislin.
— Michael  Grant, Eve & Adam
You are proof alone that I can love.
— A. Wilding Wells, How To Tame Beasts And Other Wild Things
The last seven weeks have been crap without you. All I wanted was to talk to you, see you again Kiss you.
— Kate Forster, Unlucky Break
Right here stood with his arms around me and his lips trailing across my skin I know I’m undeniably in love with this man and even though a part of me knows he will destroy us both I welcome destruction with baited breath.
— Joshua Ashton Williams, A Change of Hearts: From the Beginning: What Happens When Their Heart No Longer Beats for You
- 'I just... I was thinking of Achilles. It's our anniversarý tomorrow, and I'd really like to get him a present. Maybe I could sneak out tonight and be back in time for... for Patrick's visit tomorrow.'- 'Ohh, what are you going to get him?'Hell. This was torture in itself.- 'A new hammer. One with my name engraved on the side.' - Sure. why not?She sighed happily.- 'That's a cute idea!
— Emma Winters, Equal Parts
I just Not Love Your Because You Are The Most Beautiful Girl On Earth..I Love You Because, Me Want To Alive To See Both Of Us Smiling ..
— Yaganesh Derasari
I glance over at him
—  he still looks like something I want to eat.
A woman who knows me, understands what I am, and who wants to have secret rules with me.
— Nalini Singh, Archangel's Enigma
I like how you smile and how you laugh. I like how you love and defend your family and I like how you're trying to love mine. I love how you trust. But mostly, Emily, I love you.
— Katie McGarry, Nowhere But Here
Once taken by her, you glowedAnd you drank her poisons, content. Because all the stars seemed to grow,And fields had a different scent,Autumn fields.
— Anna Akhmatova, Poems of Akhmatova
I wasn't even that lovable to begin with. I was a selfish ass, but somehow something I did made this man love me, deeply and without reservations. He knew things about me that I would die to keep secret. I trusted him more than I trusted anyone in my life. I mattered to him. He was suffering and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to see him happy. I loved him so much.
— Ilona Andrews, Magic Shifts
I want us to wake up together, to drink coffee from the same cup, to go to sleep at the same time. I want to go out with you, to show you off and around. I want us to eat dinner, then watch some hockey match together and then your melodramas. I promise I will keep your most favorite CD in my car, and we'll listen to it whenever you'll want, even when I know it will drive me insane. I want you to look at me when I am shaving in the mornings and I promise wherever we go I will always look only at you. I want to finally understand why you smell so fresh and flowery, I want to hold your hand, not under the table, but over it. I want us to cook together, to laugh together, to cry together, I want you for worse and for better. I want us to get married some day, have kids,a lot of them, then grow up and even die in one day. I want it all with you. And I get it that I haven't been around for 4 years, but if you still want me, if you still love me like you did all those years ago, I will make up for our lost time.
— Melanie Sargsian, Lovember: A Collection of Short Love Stories
I might be on the fence about this life, but I 'm not and will never be on the fence about you. I will fight for you.
— Nalini Singh, Rock Addiction
You are so hot,” I said.“How hot?” she asked, toying with the hem of the shirt.“Ionising radiation hot,” I said. “Neutral pion decay hot.”Elena snorted. “You’re such a romantic,” she said.
— David  Walton, Superposition
You are rebirth
—  therefore you have one foot in life and the other in death.
I think you can fall in love many times, and it depends on what stage you are in your life. Your soulmate requirements or deal-breakers change with you.
— Claire Betita de Guzman, Girl Meets World
God, thought Ross, it does work, and unfairly; but I want her, not any other, not the most beautiful eighteen-year-old damsel born out of a sea-shell, not the most seductive houri of any sultan's harem; I want her with her familiar gestures and her shining smile and her scarred knees, and I know she wants me in just the same way, and if there's any happiness more complete than this I don't know it and am not sure I even want it.
— Winston Graham, The Black Moon
I was so comfortable. I was warm and cozy, in that blissful, dreamy place between asleep and awake...Until my comfy pillow moved.And the blanket keeping me warm moved.I grumbled at them sleepily, and then my pillow and blanket chuckled.I looked up, trying to make sense of my thoughts, and I saw him.Cameron.My pillow and blanket was Cameron; a half asleep, chuckling Cameron. I groaned and let my head fall back on his chest, his arms tightened around me. "I wondered why my pillow moved."He chuckled again, and I could hear the sound resonate in my ear.
— N.R. Walker, Sixty Five Hours
When he smiles like that, there's a single dimple. It was the thing that got me the very first time I saw him.
— Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places
A first kiss in the book stacks. Now that was romantic.
— D'Aprix Sweeney, Cynthia
The question remains... who takes care of you, Miss Vale?" "I might ask the same question of you, Lord Dryden.
— Julie Anne Long, How the Marquess Was Won
Sometimes you see English people going out to pub, bar or disco with friends, standing awkwardly together drinking beer or gin and tonic and waiting for something ‘romantic’ to happen. Usually nothing happens apart from everybody getting drunk, which is hardly romantic. So, typically, instead of meeting Mr or Miss Right they meet Mr or Miss Right Now, which lasts as long as there is enough alcohol circulating in the blood vessel.
— Angela Kiss, How to be an Alien in England: A Guide to the English
Even though I didn’t originally buy it for you, because like an idiot I avoided your feelings like the plague, I hadn’t noticed until now that it wasn’t the lucky price that had drawn me to it, but the colour of it.” I heaved a deep breath, preparing myself. I remembered the last time I had said something so cheesy, and how he had laughed but I continued anyway, before my shyness could take over.“Hurry up, before you start regretting.” The taxi man had said. And I did.I looked him square in the eyes, blushing so furiously I was sure even my dark skin wouldn’t hide it. He met my gaze, somewhat shyly, which was a rare sight. “So I’ve decided to give this necklace to you as a symbol for what I realised today. The colour is green, like your… uh, like your eyes… and your eyes are my kryptonite.” I mumbled, looking at him into the eyes right until the end, until his face turned completely red and his jaw dropping so low I was sure it almost hit the counter, his eyes sparkling, wide with shock.
— Anja Owona Okoa, What if we're faeries?
Living in the era of social media and dating apps, online dating is also a very popular dating method in England. It perfectly suits the English person’s superpower: being the invisible man or woman. They also like to keep their distance, and the internet is perfect for that. Also complimenting someone is easier online than offline; you don’t even have to say anything you just press a ‘like’ or a ‘wink’ button and that’s it; perfectly suitable for romantically retarded people.
— Angela Kiss
I had every reason to quit, but you were the reason I wanted it all again.
— Karen A. Baquiran
I crave the simple life. A life where all I need is love and you.
— Karen A. Baquiran
He is a sweet boy, quick to laugh, easy to love.
— George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
And she's here. In front of me, smiling at me. Her mouth moves, and I say 'I love you too' because I do, so much more than I thought possible even yesterday.
— Rebecca Timberlake, Bookish Hearts
She is neither an explorer nor a mapmaker, but she can always find her way to my heart.
— Anonymous
His smiles were hard won, but when they came, they were well worth it. They lit up his face like summer sunshine. The rest of the time, and far more frequently, he seemed lost in winter. And when he laughed, he was a different person.
— Danielle Steel, Miracle
Guys are like dogs. You wish you could take them all home when they're young. But after they've howled all night and slobbered all over everything, you come to realize the ones already trained are much easier to live with.
— Paula Wall, If I Were a Man, I'd Marry Me
He was perfect, was how she'd put it to herself. And then that clear-eyed, calm-faced boy would shine forth from Red's sags and wrinkles, from his crumpled eyelids and hollowed cheeks and the two deep crevices bracketing his mouth and just his general obtuseness, his stubbornness, his infuriating belief that simple cold logic could solve all life's problems, and she would feel unspeakably lucky to have ended up with him.
— Anne Tyler
There was nothing as romantic as the feel of a book in your hands.
— Brittainy C. Cherry, Loving Mr. Daniels
...It had all happened in that instant she had seen Carol standing in the middle of the floor, watching her. Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol-
— Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
Romanticism is man's revolt against reason, as well as against the condition under which nature has compelled him to live.
— Ludwig von Mises
And as we round the bend toward Ivy Cottage, he tugs my braid just the way he always has ever since I was six, and then he reaches down and takes my hand.Maybe sometimes dreams really do come true.
— Heather Vogel Frederick
She's got a man's nightshirt on and stockings with holes in them. Somebody else's tie, a gold and green chevroned number, hangs around her neck and just at this moment it looks like a king's mantle draped over her shoulders. Her hair's all loose, her lipstick and eyeliner gone a-roving. She's got a cigar in one hand and a jar full of gin in the other, and she's laughing, laughing like for once that damned chicken crossed the road for something really good.
— Catherynne M. Valente, Speak Easy
What else mattered except being with Carol, anywhere, anyhow?
— Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
Jace stood up, knocking his chair back violently. "You are not taking Clary to the Seelie Court without me and THAT is FINAL.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me.'Let's go to bed,' he said softly.
— Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat
It's not how long you see something. It's how you intensely you feel it"From Central Park Song: a Screenplay
— Zack Love, Stories and Scripts: an Anthology
There was one slight, desperate chance, and that I decided I must take--it was for Dejah Thoris, and no man has lived who would not risk a thousand deaths for such as she.
— Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars
I need you like a blossom needs rain, like the winter ground needs spring-to soothe my parched soul.
— Solange nicole
Yet for a moment it seemed to him that the men who had dragged marble from Italy and porphyry from Portugal, who had ransacked the jungle for its rarest woods and paid their millions to build this opulent and fantastical theatre, had done so in order that a young girl with loose brown hair should move across its stage, drawing her future from its empty air.
— Eva Ibbotson, A Company of Swans
You are a romantic. Marry this woman. Have children. Stepping in baby shit will soon drive thoughts of romance from you.
— Gavin G. Smith, A Quantum Mythology
I wanted to stay like that forever, letting the kiss linger. I was left standing there in awe as he gently pulled away and gave me a warm smile. “Let’s go, the others will be wondering where we are,” he said playfully.
— Andrea Heltsley
I lick my lips as I take her in; she’s an enigma. Earlier as I watched her I was sure I had her pegged; pretty, rich, party girl, slightly shy but up for some fun. With my profile of her character in mind I had felt in control. Now that she’s surprised me my grasp on control feels looser. I don’t know what to expect from her and it leaves me feeling off kilter.
— Hanleigh Bradley, Broken Rules
Stacks on deckPatrone on iceAnd we can pop bottles all nightAnd baby you could have whatever you likeLate night sex so wet so tightI'll gas up a jet for you tonightAnd baby you could go where ever you like
— T.I.
Just as "normal" as anyone... only I write my thoughts out on paper & illustrate a world of Romance in your mind as you read my creations. ~ A. L. Woodz
— Angel L. Woodz
Deal with my weird
—  I’m dealing with yours.
War sounds romantic, heroic even, until everyone you know starts dying.
— Amy A. Bartol, Under Different Stars
Carefully bracing himself so that he wouldn't hurt her, he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.He raised his head. Her haunted sapphire eyes stared at him."Daemon?" There was so much uncertainty in her voice."Hello, sweetheart," he said, his voice husky with the effort not to cry. "I've missed you."Her hand moved slowly, with effort, until it rested against his face. Her lips curved into a smile. "Daemon."This time, when she said his name, it sounded like a promise, like a lovely caress.
— Anne Bishop, Queen of the Darkness
They roared into the Lincoln Tunnel. A wild, inexplicable excitement mounted in Therese as she stared through the windshield. She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together. She felt Carol glancing at her from time to time.
— Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
What's rose? A tragic or romantic flower?
— Sindi Hysi
You groan and shake your head, Sixsmith, I know, but you smile too, which is why I love you.
— David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
The things you were talking about. The lights and the flowers. Do they expect those things to make them romantic, not the other way around?”“Darling, what do you mean?”“There wasn’t a person there who enjoyed it,” she said, her voice lifeless, “or who thought or felt anything at all. They moved about, and they said the same dull things they say anywhere. I suppose they thought the lights would make it brilliant.”“Darling, you take everything too seriously. One is not supposed to be intellectual at a ball. One is simply supposed to be gay.”“How? By being stupid?
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
The evening pulsed with omens gentle to the eyes, and Valentina had a romantic crush on it all, like every good witch should.
— Lawren Leo, Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths
There is no feminine gaze that I would not forget at the sight of mountains covered with curly vegetation, and illumined by the southern sun, at the sight of the blue sky, or at the sound of a torrent that falls from crag to crag.
— Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time
My spirit is free. My heart is taken.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
How many wishes do you think we can get out of this?" she asked, but I couldn't tear my eyes way from the sky."How many wishes do you need?""Three."That got my attention, and I turned my head to look at her, but she didn't look away from the sky."A penny for your thoughts?" I wanted to know."Just this once," she smiled, and closed her eyes. "Wish one; I get my dad out of prison. Wish two; Selene stays happy. Wish three..."She stopped."Wish three?" I prompted.She wouldn't look at me, but she squeezed my hand. "Wish three is that I stay with you."There was a lump in my throat, and I squeezed her hand as I looked back up at the sky."Star light, star bright, the many stars I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, keep this girl for the rest of my life
— J.J. McAvoy, Black Rainbow
You be the sun, I'll be the moon, let's share the stars and dance in the sky.
— Karen Quan, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always
— Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd
I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
I spent the day running through the woods like a wild animal. Being chased by you is the only thing that would have made it more romantic.
— Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
Miss her a little? God, was she daft? He was going to miss her more than a little. No, he wasn't. He leaped to his feet and practically ran to the door. He wasn't going to miss her at all. He was going to find her and bring her home.
— Kady Cross, The Girl with the Windup Heart
She is so distinct to me, it's as though I had run my hands all over her.
— Franz Kafka
You're a romantic. What's romantic about a guy wanting to go somewhere and actually getting there?
— Anne Fadiman, Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader
The kiss wove between gentle and frenzied, liquid and greedy, silken and primal, and he sucked every second of bliss he could from the forbidden pleasure.
— Jami Gold, Unintended Guardian