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Yes. Kissing. Overrated.""I could change your mind," Zach said, surprising the hell out of them both. Why would he take something as simple as this banter as a challenge? "I don't know that I want to, but I feel right sure I could.""How arrogant. How typically male.""I suppose." He shrugged and reached for the wine bottle. "More?"She nodded, frowning now. "How do you know you could change my mind? It's been a long time since you... well—""Over two years." The pain was there, an ache in his chest he imagined he would feel every time he thought of Hannah.And he thought of her every day. Dreamed of her about as often. But lately, maybe only in the past week, he'd begun to realize that his life had not ended with his wife's.He either had to die or start living again.
— Tracy  Sumner, Tides Of Passion
A punching bag. The guy was pounding on a punching bag. That realization took about a nanosecond to register in her brain before the real important information came to the forefront: LoriSue, God bless her slutty little soul, had been absolutely correct. He was male-stripper material, and he’d been thoughtful enough to strip to a pair of athletic shorts on his very first night in the neighborhood.
— Susan Donovan, Public Displays of Affection
Relationships are physics. Time transforms things- it has to, because the change from me to we means clearing away the fortifications you'r put up around your old personality. Living with Susannah made me feel as if I started riding Einstein's famous theoretical bus. Here's my understanding of that difficult idea, nutshelled: if you're riding a magic Greyhound, equipped for light-speed travel, you'll actually live though less time than will any pedestrians whom the bus passes by. So, for a neighbor on the street with a stopwatch, the superfast bus will take two hours to travel from Point A to Point B. But where you're on that Greyhound, and looking at the wipe of the world out those rhomboidial coach windows, the same trip will take just under twenty-four minutes. Your neighbor, stopwatch under thumb, will have aged eighty-six percent more than you have. It's hard to fathom. But I think it's exactly what adult relationships do to us: on the outside, years pass, lives change. But inside, it's just a day that repeats. You and your partner age at the same clip; it seems not time has gone by. Only when you look up from your relationship- when you step off the bus, feel the ground under your shoes- do you sense the sly, soft absurdity of romance physics.
— Darin Strauss, Half a Life
The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding on the tails of the wind. I yawn and stretch, rolling over. I fold my pillow under my head and wait for the voice to return. When I hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing I allow myself to drift back into a dreamless slumber.
— Lauren Hammond, Asphodel
Kevin had been born to make love to a man, the same way I had.
— Jenna Hilary Sinclair, Admit One
Choice betrays character,” I said.“That’s not true.” Loring moved his finger along thesheet as if writing his name in cursive. “Eliza, you can’t judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than reactions.
— Tiffanie DeBartolo
Is it love to worship a saint in heaven, whom you dare not touch, who hovers above you like a cloud, which floats away from you even as you gaze? To love is to feel one being in the world at one with us, our equal in sin as well as in virtue. To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us. Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol an you wish, but drag her down to your level after that- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
— Emmuska Orczy, I Will Repay
He tugged my zipper down like he was unveiling a gift, spreading my pants open. “Yeah. There it is. You have a nice fat dick. I would have never guessed it."“I’m Italian,” I said inanely.
— L.B. Gregg, Catch Me If You Can
Love isn't something you take from one to give to another. Love is to be shared among all; the more people we have in our family, the more love there will be to share.
— P.A. Minyard, The Beloved
True vice, my lady, would frighten us all, if it did not wear the mask of virtue. (p.56)
— Emery Lee, Fortune's Son
So you've taken to spying on her. It must be love.
— Richard Finney, Unknown Book 12735975
The first kiss is never just a kiss but a beautiful place you get to go only once.
— Colin Tegerdine, You Can't Google Life
But as Ana pulled away on a west-bound highway with a werewolf riding shotgun and her thirst for blood calling yet again, she had this thought: Maybe a Misfit could never be normal, no matter how badly it wanted to.
— Ayul Hendricks-Levy, The Gathering of the Chosen
Are you lovers?""Excuse me?""Do you mind my asking you?""Yes.""It's off the record.""Then why do you need to know?"Daniel Moore smiled. A large, happy smile."Because I would like to ask you to dinner.
— Francesca Marciano, Casa Rossa
beberapa orang bilangsaya gilabeberapa orang bilang saya bodohnamun, beberapa orang bilang saya sedang jatuh cinta
— Emmanuella Elma
My desire, my sincere and heartfelt desire is to rip that surprisingly sheer garment from your body, toss you onto that bed, and indeed ravish you from head to toe. I wish to make love to you until you are too exhausted to do so much as stand without support. Until you call out my name in your dreams and reach for me in your sleep. Until you can think of no one and nothing beyond the touch of my hand, the caress of my lips.
— Victoria Alexander, What A Lady Wants
I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.
— Maeve Alpin, As Timeless As Stone
There ought to be a law that allows eavesdroppers to sue.
— Gill McKnight, Cool Side of the Pillow
The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity.— RJPeters
— R.J. Peters, Waldon House
Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies...” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.
— Cameo Renae, In My Dreams
With no sense of smell, your memories dropped like pennies out of a ripped pocket, until the past was ashes and your parents were blanks: nothing more than the holes in Swiss cheese.
— Ilsa Bick
He grinned, a very dark and evil grin… the kind of grin that the Grinch had before he stole Christmas.
— Cameo Renae, In My Dreams
For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.
— William Shakespeare
Why don't you check out those teenagers in the middle row? They've been going at it like dogs in heat ever since the previews. They're probably both werewolves. And even if they aren't, you should throw them out on principle alone.
— Rusty Fischer, Ushers, Inc.
All I knew was, my Father was famous for being a loser, and a loser that wanted nothing to do with me, since the day I was born.
— Holly Hood, Heart of Gypsies
The problem with romance is the occlusion. The tunnel vision, drawing your every gaze downstream, into those other eyes, the flotsam of your better self, your clearer self, along for the ride. It doesn't matter what secrets swirl and bob in the waters beneath you, as you float toward that lady at Delphi, who, you imagined, reading Mythology, must have been beautiful. It doesn't matter that Charybdis, with no body, with no form, with only a mouth-as-being, couldn't have been evil, because she lacked the brain for it. It doesn't matter that following the logical course of events, the natural course, always disadvantages someone else, because love, after all, is simply a competition for resources, made infinitely complex and unknowable when squared and cubed and raised to every other emotional exponent - and then layered with sex and society and a bad memory for what those resources were in the first place.
— Darin Bradley, Noise
Because I love you. Don't you get it? Not because Cassandra is a part of you and Coroebus is a part of me. I love you because you are Nadira. The strange beautiful Nadira. The Nadira that has such hatred for me it kills to see the anger in your eyes whenever you even glance at me. I love Nadira. Not Cassandra. I love you.
— Atarah L. Poling, Nadira's Happy Ever After
Katherine stared intently at the cold, hard steel. She knew it would be loaded and that, if need be, there was extra ammunition in the back of the drawer. She would not be one of those girls, the ones who sit idly by and wait for the answers to come to them.
— Gwenn Wright, Filter
For the next several minutes we forgot about scones and lollipops and SATs and politicians and the Secret Service and hovered in a blissful place, population of two—Max and me. When I was kissing Max, the rest of the world, and all my problems faded away.
— Cassidy Calloway, Secrets of a First Daughter
For a moment she believed he had left, but as she shifted away from the wall she sensed him there beside the bed. He was very close.	Wretched curiosity!	 But she would fight it and not look.	“Katherine,” he whispered, his breath rolling in a warm wave across her cheek. A traitor tear spilled out, the humiliation was too much to contain. Gently, a finger dabbed the wetness from her skin. He said it again, softly, as though it pleased him just to say it, “Katherine.”	“Viktor!” the accented voice bellowed from below. And then the shadow was gone. 	Darkness overwhelmed her then and carried her away to a land of crows and mocking strangers.
— Gwenn Wright
Brick walls towered over her. Decrepit staircases crowded about her. Nothing had changed. The line there, the lessons there, the rape there. Shouldn't the place be crimson with blood and black with shame?
— Sarah Sundin, A Memory Between Us
And don't stress about the trip. We'll find some alone time in London," he continued, bending his head closer to mine. "Nothing keeps 007 from romancing a beautiful woman.
— Cassidy Calloway, Secrets of a First Daughter
Did you know, ma'am, that our mutual friend can say "kiss my arse" in six languages?
— Liz Carlyle, No True Gentleman
Time was of no consequence and I just hoped that eternity would start now. The person I used to be had suddenly ceased to exist. I was melting and being remodeled into nothing but the hand he was just holding right now.
— Amira Aly, Egypt: The Uprising (The Battle for Maat, #1)
If we became a pal to what scared us the most, we could find a simple way to ease all that bothered us, we would find peace, peace that we could live with.
— Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise
Reach for the Stars!
— Arsoleen Woolcock
My Dearest Breena,  They will remember us. Long after these wars have been mourned and then forgotten long after Summer and Winter fairies lay aside their rancor for one another and forget that they have ever tasted hatred they will remember – Summer fairies and Winter too – of a fairy king who loved his queen. - Prince Kian
— Kailin Gow, The Fairy Letters
She raised her head and saw a squadron of fighter planes. She stretched her hand high as if she could grab hold and climb away from what she had done, from who she was.
— Sarah Sundin, A Memory Between Us
I am 15 and you are 51, I know you are the best, to be loved by, everyone.
— Santosh Kalwar
Finally when he climbed below deck after dark, wondering where his dinner was, perhaps with a storm come up and rough seas and blinding rains, I'd sulk and lure him into the warm and steamy darkness and from the hairs of his warm body I'd breed a myriad smiling, sparkle-eyed one-year-olds, my broods, my flocks. In the churning seas, below the waves, together inside our hammock woven in coarse sailcloth by Unguentine's deft hands, a spherical webbed sack which hung and swivelled between the two walls of our bedroom, we would spin round and round with lapping tongues and the soft suction of lips, whirling, our amorous centrifuge, all night long, zipped inside against the elements. Now, years and years later, those nights, the thought and touch of them is enough to make me throw myself down on the ground and roll in the dust like a hen nibbled by mites, generating clouds, stars and all the rest.
— Stanley Crawford, Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine
You don’t understand,’ I said. ‘I need to be with her. With every fibre of my being I ache for her. I’m in love.’‘I do understand,’ said Zoran. ‘It was same for me with Mrs Zoran when I first meet her. But the feeling goes away after few hours.
— Doug MacLeod, I'm Being Stalked by a Moonshadow
Dammit. I think I’m in like with the naked man I met today.
— R.J. Gonzales, Mundahlia
The workings of the male mind are twisted indeed." Winnifred Crane
— Kate Noble, Follow My Lead
If hate motivates your life, you'll never know the meaning of true love
— Gaiven Clairmont
Pedersen was always wooing her. Sometimes he was gracious and kind, but at other times when his failure wearied him he would be cruel and sardonic, with a suggestive tongue whose vice would have scourged her were it not that Marie was impervious, or too deeply inured to mind it. She always grinned at him and fobbed him off with pleasantries, whether he was amorous or acrid.'God Almighty,' he would groan, 'she is not good for me, this Marie. What can I do for her? She is burning me alive and the Skaggerack could not quench me, not all of it. The devil! What can I do with this? Some day I shall smash her across the eyes, yes, across the eyes.'So you see the man really loved her.("The Tiger")
— A.E. Coppard, Dusky Ruth: And Other Stories
So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn't his middle name (that would be 'Morgan'), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his half-secret, his romantic passion. In the long-suppressed novel Maurice the title character blurts out his truth, 'I'm an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.' It must have felt that way when Forster came of sexual age in the last years of the 19th century: seriously risky and dangerously blurt-able. The public cry had caught Wilde, exposed and arrested him, broken him in prison. He was one face of anxiety to Forster; his mother was another. As long as she lived (and they lived together until she died, when he was 66), he couldn't let her know.
— Michael Levenson
Looking back at him was a man who was battered and broken.And alive, for the first time in his life.
— V.S. Carnes, Sand for Dreams
I can't. I w-want y-you, my own fucking twin!
— Sage Whistler, Torn
He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.
— V.S. Carnes, Sand for Dreams
She closed her eyes briefly, feeling sick. Olivia had experienced strangulation before. Having to look directly into the face of the person who was killing you made the experience beyond awful. But there were worse things than that. Staring into the void of unresolved memory, living an eternal mystery, waking up night after night seeing the face of someone you desperately wanted to save but having not the slightest clue how to do it—all that was worse. If going through with this experience gave her the answers she needed, if it gave her peace, it would be well worth one-hundred-and-thirty seconds of fear and pain.
— Leslie Parrish, Cold Touch
What the hell was going on, why did I care, and why, oh why, did I not carry a pocket rocket in my purse? My girlie bits were still on fire, screaming for release after Mr. Sex God’s orgasmic touch.
— Lisa Sanchez, Eve of Samhain
She’d rather make love to him then watch any movie. “We don’t have to. Did I do something wrong?”That made him turn to her. “Of course not.”“Oh. Then don’t you want to…” She trailed off, a blush rising.“Are you kidding me? More than anything.” His expression softened. “But, Maira, I don’t want to rush you, make you do something you aren’t ready for.”She stared at him. He was so pretty. Was he also stone-cold stupid?How could he think she wasn’t ready for it? She’d already thrown herself at him. Twice now, if he counted the kitchen disaster.
— Alisha Rai, Veiled Seduction
Linsey pulled away, smiling in a way that would have made him look almostangelic if it wasn’t for the blood smeared around his mouth. When he licked his lips clean, the angelic image became clearer. Blood welled up from two small cuts on his bottom lip, pooling in the full sweep his skin. I knew it wasn’t just my blood that I’d tasted.
— Cyrese Covelli, Bloodcharm
In the deepest, darkest depths of her heart where she kept all her dreams locked up in a pink journal decorated with ponies and unicorns, she’d fantasized about declaring her love for Sasha Karimi for two years. In those scenarios, he generally fell to his knees in thrilled delight before he reciprocated the feelings and then they got married and had lots of babies and maybe a pet iguana and lived happily ever after.
— Alisha Rai, Veiled Seduction
Was she on some sort of Candid Camera version of This is Your Sucky Love Life?
— Nicki Elson, Three Daves
Random line from BURNING DARKNESS: Fonda Raine stepped out of the back end of a month in hell a hardened warrior, ready to undertake the most important task of her life: kill Eric Aruda.
— Jaime Rush
Mr. Herriton, don’t – please, Mr. Herriton – a dentist. His father’s a dentist.”	Philip gave a cry of personal disgust and pain. He shuddered all over, and edged away from his companion. A dentist! A dentist at Monteriano. A dentist in fairyland! False teeth and laughing gas and the tilting chair at a place which knew the Etruscan League, and the Pax Romana, and Alaric himself, and the Countess Matilda, and the Middle Ages, all fighting and holiness, and the Renaissance, all fighting and beauty! He thought of Lilia no longer. He was anxious for himself: he feared that Romance might die.
— E.M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread
It is of no use mincing the matter; Dr John Marsh, after being regarded by his friends at home as hopelessly unimpressible—in short, an absolute woman-hater—had found his fate on a desolate isle of the Southern seas, he had fallen—nay, let us be just—had jumped over head and ears in love with Pauline Rigonda! Dr Marsh was no sentimental die-away noodle who, half-ashamed, half-proud of his condition, displays it to the semi-contemptuous world. No; after disbelieving for many years in the power of woman to subdue him, he suddenly and manfully gave in—sprang up high into the air, spiritually, and so to speak, turning a sharp somersault, went headlong down deep into the flood, without the slightest intention of ever again returning to the surface.
— R.M. Ballantyne, The Island Queen: Dethroned by Fire and Water: A Tale of the Southern Hemisphere
I, the great and powerful D.S. will create a harem for all the women in the world!!!! For a woman, no greater joy exists in the entire universe than to fuck me, the ultimate sex symbol!!!
— Kazushi Hagiwara
Ethan: "Abstaining definitely doesn't work."Beth: "what do you suggest?"Ethan: "We're obviously going to have to make love often, but keep the encounters from getting too intense." He sounded perfectly serious, like he really believed what he was saying.
— Lucy Monroe
Simple and predictable seem pretty darn tantalizing when you’re a witch.Lately, I’ve wished for a lot of things to be the way they were. Gone are my lustfor the macabre and the sweetly sinful fantasies of meeting a vampire. Somethingabout unconscious people slumped against the dark leather of the booths atcrimson made it less sexy.
— Cyrese Covelli, Bloodcharm
Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God would love someone like him?
— V.S. Carnes, Sand for Dreams
One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?
— Sarah Mayberry, Burning Up
Caine usually woke from the recurring dream mid-air, having yet to be dashed upon the rocks, whimpering and panting like a child crying for his mother. Now he lifted his eyes to a dark, empty room in Jizan and the unusual, lingering scent of roses, and wept in his hands for his Father.
— V.S. Carnes, Sand for Dreams
She was a little thing, too, inciting that basic compulsion in him as a man to protect her in so hectic a place as post-war Israel. Even so, his actions were borne out of an entirely different instinct, altogether: to fool her and anyone within a dart's range... to protect himself.
— V.S. Carnes, Sand for Dreams
Inti dari hubungan adalah memiliki seseorang saat kita membutuhkannya".
— Lisa Kleypas
Can you…make it different this time?”“Different, how?”“Different position, different…something. I want to learn it all.”Whoa, pressure. When Maira’s genius brain wanted to learn something, she really applied herself.
— Alisha Rai, Veiled Seduction
(Rude Scrabble)You played this game with your parents?" he asked skeptically.Yep. And Mom always won, the dirty bitch. I guess being older she'd been around more than me and Carrie," Sophie said, extracting replacement tiles from the box. "Although I don't know what Dad's excuse was. lack of imagination, I guess. Your turn.
— Sarah Mayberry, Burning Up
He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.
— V.S. Carnes, Sand for Dreams
Staring over him in the dim light of a side lamp, my tired eyes traced along the path of faint, yet emerging, lines etched around his equally-tired eyes. They'd become a permanent reminder of his ever-smiling face, and I wished–even after all of these years together-that I could absorb some of his contentment.
— Jodi LaPalm, The Choice Not Taken
Uh-oh, big boy. Your blood is in the water and the sharks are circling. Must be feeding time."--Mea Brin, The Huntress
— Michelle O'Leary, The Huntress
I believe in love at first sight…But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first seethe person they truly are.
— Ranata Suzuki
She knew exactly how she ought to feel, for she was well read in our greater and lesser English poets, but the unfortunate fact was that she did not really like being kissed at all.
— Barbara Pym, Crampton Hodnet
With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.
— Sanober  Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
I married a man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.
— C.J. English
I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
I was in love with him. I knew that much was true. Love was the swelling, hopeful feeling in my chest every time I saw him. Love was the way I could forget about everything when I was with him. Love was the catch in my breath when he looked at me in his intense way. Love was the gasp he could draw out of me with the simplest of touches. Love was the way I could... I could be myself around him, know that I didn't need to be perfect or worry about what he was thinking, because he accepted me.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever
The day you were born the angels whispered, "She is going to love him until the day she dies.
— Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
Fine! He is being passive aggressive with me, and it's gonna backfire; I'm gonna be active friendly.
— Natalya Vorobyova, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
And so, in silence, we walked the surface of a dying world, but in the breast of one of us at least had been born that which is ever oldest, yet ever new.I loved Dejah Thoris. The touch of my arm upon her naked shoulder had spoken to me in words I would not mistake, and I knew that I had loved her since the first moment my eyes had met hers that first time in the plaza of the dead city of Korad.
— Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars
You’re a nosy sleuth like me because you can’t help it,” Alma said.
— Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy
Love is not an antidote of depression or loneliness, but it itself is a cause of depression and loneliness.
— Raj  Singh, Breakup Before Love‬
Lily, the next time you tell me you don't know what to do with family. Because you know exactly. It's about loyalty and kindness and unconditional love, and you are more than capable of all that.
— Jill Shalvis
... the idea that 'Life' contains situations more interesting and more romantic than all the romances ever written.
— Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
It's funny how love can fit inside a brown cardboard box. With relationships, people often think that things pile up. But when it ends, they're surprised how few these things turn out to be. Or at least, how few things they are willing to let go of.
— Juan Miguel Sevilla
Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with their matching red-and-white polka dot blouses. Since she was a young girl, she had matched their eye colors to their different personalities.
— Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage
The busy snoops like us can leave no stone unturned," Alma said.
— Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy
My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear (“Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!”) signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window and there’d be real hell to pay.
— Ed Lynskey, The Blue Cheer
...when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life’s mystery.
— Kate Chopin
Oxthorpe stood. He could do nothing else. Her hands stilled, and her smile faded away. She stood and dropped into a curtsy. What did one say in such situations, when one knew a lady disapproved? “Miss Clay,” he said. “Duke.” She’d given the field laborer a happier smile than she gave him. Most everyone else had stopped smiling, too. This was the effect he had on others. He was the Duke of Oxthorpe, and though he did his duty by his title and his estate, he was not beloved. He did not know how to be beloved the way Miss Clay was.
— Carolyn Jewel, In the Duke's Arms
He did not want to go to his grave knowing he had risked nothing for the woman he wanted. He wasn’t an ass, though. Or if he was, he did not wish to give her incontrovertible evidence of the fact. What to say to her, then, when he knew he was likely to speak too gruffly?
— Carolyn Jewel, In the Duke's Arms
Stanley forced a smile to his lips at the memory of the onesided romance; it was silly, after all, a stupid childhood crush. Who’d fall in love with a fictional character? That was the kind of thing you laughed about as an adult. Or at least Harriet had thought so. He couldn’t quite do it, though. Couldn’t quite see it as a joke. It had felt too real, too raw and wild and fierce, for him todismiss it even now. It was love, of a sort, stunted and unformed as it was. For a time, it had kept him sane.
— Amelia Mangan, Release
I believe that life always has a way of surprising you, for better or for worse," he looks at me once more, his eyes holding mine captive in its strong hold. "And that you always have a choice as to how the story ends...
— Mara Joaquin, Lost in the Sky
Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand.
— Ed Lynskey, The Ladybug Song
Love means never saying goodbye.
— Harley
Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat.
— John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES, EVEN THE PERSONS WE LOVE.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song
Well done, Darren!” Master Byron was full of praise for the prince. “What did you use to cast it?”Darren’s eyes found mine. “Something I don’t regret.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
Love is one of those topics that plenty of people try to write about but not enough try to do.
— Criss Jami, Killosophy
Did it ever occur to you that I loved you as much as a man can love a woman? Loved you for years before I finally got you? During the war I'd go away and try to forget you, but I couldn't and I always had to come back. After the war I risked arrest, just to come back and find you. I cared so much I believe I would have killed Frank Kennedy if he hadn't died when he did. I loved you but I couldn't let you know it. You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.
— Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
I want to be able to love you, more than I fear losing you, and I don’t know how.
— Mia Sheridan, Archer's Voice
But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.
— Jodi Picoult, Between the Lines
I couldn't have gotten through any of this without you. Through all of it, you've been my support, my anchor. I don't know how one man's shoulders can possibly be so strong."...He tilted her face up to his. "With the love I feel for you, bella, I could lift up the world.
— Pamela Clare, Striking Distance
Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be your morning lollipop, but I need to eat, too.
— Pamela Clare, Striking Distance
So how did you do it? What makes the cold-hearted princeling mortal like the rest of us?
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
I can't be yours forever, Mab," I told her, the words flying into my mouth as if by magic. "I already belong to someone else. I belong to Alice!
— Joseph Delaney, Attack of the Fiend
Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.
— Jodi Picoult, Between the Lines
I realize that I quite like this girl. It’s not just that she’s so pretty the words fly out of my mind before they can leave my mouth—it’s that when we’re chatting, I feel like I’ve known her all my life.
— Jodi Picoult, Between the Lines
Apa kamu tidak bisa menerima takdir kalau kita akan selalu pergi bersama?
— Jenny Thalia Faurine, Unplanned Love
Was he trying to rescue her?She fought not to roll her eyes. Men.
— Pamela Clare, First Strike
Aku tahu, mencintai dan melupakan, sama sulitnya.
— Jenny Thalia Faurine, Playboy's Tale
The irony was that my real enemy had been there all along right in front of me. Smiling crookedly and convincing me we were friends. Trying to seduce me for the thrill of the chase. Chastising me for not trusting him that first year in the tower stairs at the Academy… Telling me he loved me. And then tossing me aside the second I jeopardized his dreams. I wasn’t what he had wanted all these years. I’d merely been a diversion in his pursuit of the crown.I never should have trusted a prince.
— Rachel E. Carter, Apprentice
Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.
— A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession
He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs.
— Pamela Clare, Striking Distance
So that’s it? You’re just going to rescue me and go?
— Pamela Clare, First Strike
I don’t have cookie-cutter relationships, Rumi. Women aren’t iPhone apps that I download and discard!
— Natasha Ahmed
What Hans had intended to end at a simple kiss quickly escalated into something neither one of them seemed able to stop.
— Nicki Elson, Hans & Greta: a Twisted Fairy Tale Novella
They danced slow circles in the sand, Javier singing the words to the Spanish version of the song, the melancholy music putting a strange ache in his chest, an ache he saw reflected in her eyes. Was she feeling what he was feeling?
— Pamela Clare, First Strike
She missed his voice, the music he played on his guitar, the sound of his laughter. And sex. yes, she missed that, too. Having the evenings and weekends free to whatever she wanted--something she had once cherished about being single--wasn't nearly as satisfying as doing those things with Javier.But that's what it meant to love a military man.
— Pamela Clare
Romance only comes into existence where love is fatal, frowned upon and doomed by life itself.
— Denis de Rougemont, Love in the Western World
I am an acquired taste.
— W.S. Gilbert
He was so much more than she had expected. More than a delicious body and a smile that came out of nowhere to light up the darkness of this hopeless place.
— Aria Kane, Once Upon a Darkness
… I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.
— Albert Camus
Not all vampires are created equal.
— Wynter Wilkins, Strigoi
Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world. Why?
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
With an evil, tempting wink that threatened to undo him, she added, "I'm the one you have to watch out for.
— Aria Kane, Once Upon a Darkness
If a princess in the days of enchantment had seen a four-footed creature from among those which live in herds come to her once and again with a human gaze which rested upon her with choice and beseeching, what would she think of in her journeying, what would she look for when the herds passed her? Surely for the gaze which had found her, and which she would know again.
— George Eliot, Middlemarch
I'm sorry, I really did want to talk to you." His free hand went to her face and cupped her cheek. Something tightened pleasantly in her belly. "Just talk?" she breathed.He nodded, but used their clasped hands to pull her closer to him. She raised her head and met his eyes, a storm of blue and green. She smirked. "That's a shame.
— Aria Kane, Once Upon a Darkness
Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?
— Jee, Because It's You
The house was the color of baby vomit.
— Pixie Lynn Whitfield, Chasing Dirt Roads
Gretchen," Clint said, his voice full of the same luscious agony Gretchen felt building inside of her. "I'm going to kiss you." He was giving her one last chance to back out, to push him away. That was not going to happen.Her mouth twisted with amusement. "Not if I kiss you first.
— Aria Kane, Once Upon a Darkness
Several times we had been very close to "it," but "it" just never quite happened. She always drew back, and I never pressed her. God help me, I was being gallant. I have wondered often since what would have changed (for good or for ill) had I not been. What I know now is that gallant young men rarely get pussy. Put it on a sampler and hang it in your kitchen.
— Stephen King, Joyland
Ashlei was free to spout off how much she loved her savior because Jesus was not about to rear back and tell her He did not quite feel the same way, that He had died for the sins of the world just because it was fun and did not want things to be too serious. He was only thirty-three, after all, and might want to martyr himself for other people.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)
But something about Clint tossed off sparks that set her nerves on fire.
— Aria Kane, Once Upon a Darkness
Thank god he's holding me because if he weren't, I'd float away.
— Jade Goodmore
Those who find themselves in the "You are going to miss my loving" section Without LOVE are the ones who abused their relationship by not appreciating the person who was giving them the love they no longer have.
— Ellen J. Barrier
The course of true love never did run smooth said by lysander
— William Shakespeare
I’d lick you numb, Mariah. You have no idea the things I’m capable of.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
Who loves you, Warren Valentine?" She did. I want Lilla to know that kind of love. The kind of love that never leaves or abandons.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know—before my fetus eats your face.”“It would be equally as delicious.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please.”I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy face against the softness of her skin.“Is that what I’m doing?” Innocence—fuck no. I can’t even fake that shit.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know her like I do. I’ve touched every inch of skin. I’ve explored every part of her being. I love her shy when I pull her to my hips, my lap. I love her present uncertainty for things she knows how to do so fucking good. I love her pink flushed skin all over.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
I worked in a grocery store my whole life, Honey-girl. I know what lonely housewives think of this.”“I meant the baby, Jerk.”“Attached to me.”“You think you’re cute, don’t you?”“Are you honestly asking me this? I know you’re not debating it.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.
— Jee, Because It's You
An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking your wife.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
I want to have an affair.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
My head is in a world of hurt. My apartment is trashed. At the end of today, I could either be dating the girl who saves my family’s future or is going to be the ending of it. When did life get so damn complicated?
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were.
— Kelly Moran, Summer's Road
I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.
— Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped
I wanted to pull away, remind him that I was a big girl, a highly trained operative, a spy - that I'd been training for this mission my entire life, and I wasn't going to be left on the sidelines. But in the dim space with Zach pressed tightly against me, only one thought came to mind. I kissed him - longer and deeper than I ever had before. The school was not watching us this time. There was nothing playful in the tone. We were just two people kissing as if for the first time, as if it might be the last. And then I broke away. "So," I asked, as if I got kissed like that all the time (which, believe me, I don't), "where is it you're taking me again?" "The tombs.
— Ally Carter
You’re like that single wild flower that grows from the crack in the pavement: miraculous growth with no water source or fertile soil. A person walking by would step around that flower to avoid crushing it. It’s not like the field of wild flowers you tromp through carelessly, crushing them under your feet, knowing that the next day will bring a hundred more.
— J.B. Salsbury, Fighting for Flight
He’d pushed it back, where he’d kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let him go.
— Veronica Rossi, Through the Ever Night
She’s wild, unpredictable and dangerous as hell. Not just to my sanity, but to my health. She’s the kind of girl you know you’ll want forever with and forever will still not be enough. But she’s not the type of girl to give forever to you willingly. I’m pretty sure you’d have to drag it out of her kicking and screaming.” - Dominic Delaney -Damaged
— Nina D'Angelo, Damaged
I am the woman at the water’s edge,offering you oranges for the peeling,knife glistening in the sun.This is the scent and tasteof my skin: citon and sweet.Touch me and your life will unfoldbefore you, easily as this skirtbillows then sinks,lapping against my legs, my toesfiltering through the rivers silt.Following the current out to sea,I am the kind of womanwho will come back to hauntyour dreams, move through yourhumid nights the way honeyswirls through a cup of hot tea
— Shara McCallum
Her eyes began to shimmer with tears. “You . . . you love me?”His heart seemed permanently lodged in his throat. “More than life. God only knows why you love me, because I sure as hell don’t, but I know why I love you. You’re my beacon in the darkness, and my compass on a night sea. When I’m with you, I don’t want to dance with Death. I want to dance with Life. I want to dance with you. And whatever it takes, I mean to spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.
— Sabrina Jeffries, To Wed a Wild Lord
Don’t fall in love with me,” She whispered harshly, a sob catching in her throat. “I know you probably think I’m egotistical saying this, but I need your promise that you won’t do that. If you want to stay friends – or whatever the hell we’re heading towards, you have to promise me you won’t love me – not now, not ever.” - Stephanie Carovella, Damaged.
— Nina D'Angelo, Damaged
He studied her lips like they were a riddle he desperately needed to solve.
— Amber Argyle, Witch Song
Growing up seems easier for men, maybe because their rites of passage are clearer. They perform acts of bravery on the battlefield or show they're men through physical labor or by making money. For women, it's more confusing. We have no rites of passage. Do we become women when a man first makes love to us? If so, why do we refer to it as a loss of virginity? Doesn't the word 'loss' imply that we are better off before? I abhor the idea that we become women only through the physical act of a man. No, I think we become women when we learn what is important in our lives, when we learn to give and to take with a loving heart.
— Suzanne Elizabeth Phillips
By morning you won't remember his name and you won't want to forget mine." -Vinter
— Lissa Matthews, Simple Need
This is my heart on CRACK." Robin when she sees Creek
— Diane J. Reed, Robin in the Hood
It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.
— Carrie Butler, Strength
Fuck, babe,” Chocolate Eyes said, stepping forward. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet off the tiled floor. “You look like crap...worse, actually.” He wiped her tears with the calloused pad of his thumb. “You want to get out of this pisshole or not?
— Cindy Paterson, Step
Llora todas tus lágrimas reprimidas, Victoria, deja salir tu tristeza. Yo estaré aquí para sostenerte. - Diego Alcorta.
— Gabriela Exilart, Tormentas del Pasado
Without hesitation but with a sense of entitlement, he lifted my hand to his lips. He was gentlemen-like in every way... I don’t know why I wondered if it was an act or for real.
— Laura Albright, Call Me Emily
Underneath the sky, so void of light, the rain soaked me through. I held on to the railing and felt calm, even content, and then he had to reach through the dark, raise my temperature and make my heart beat a little bit faster. Not very gallant I should say...especially so close to bedtime. Friend or not, should he rob me of sleep, I'll be sure to take his.
— Donna Lynn Hope
Everyone wanted me to be the bad boy, the label wanted it, the publicists wanted it, but I was just trying to be myself.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Love Exactly
Uhm, Kevin...""Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here."Yes, this was definitely Forced Sex..
— Susan Elizabeth Phillips, This Heart of Mine
They danced again, and when the assembly closed, parted, on the lady’s side at least, with a strong inclination for continuing the acquaintance. Whether she thought of him so much while she drank her warm wine and water and prepared herself for bed as to dream of him when there, cannot be ascertained; but I hope it was no more than in a light slumber, or a morning doze at most, for if it be true, as a celebrated writer has maintained, that no young lady can be justified in falling in love before the gentleman’s love is declared, it must be very improper that a young lady should dream of a gentlemen before the gentleman is first known to have dreamed of her.
— Jane Austen
She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.
— Nancy B. Brewer, Carolina Rain
Ceremony-the wine of human existence" - Morris R. Cohen
— Barbara Jonas, Book of Love, Laughter and Romance
He shook his head, trying to shake the convoluted thoughts loose. He couldn't worry about it right now. Not about how Thomas felt, or how Quinn did, or even how he, himself did. They were where they were, and there were things to do. First and foremost, there was a baby to deliver.
— Breeana Puttroff
She was so stupid. He was just another cowboy looking for someone to shine his buckle, and she’d fallen for it. What a fool. But, she wasn’t a fool anymore. She knew who and what she was, and that man was not coming back into her life. No matter how sexy he still was.
— Tamara Hoffa, Roping Love
Whatever hypnotizing charms I may have over boys, did not in fact work on three hundred pound girl elves. Not that I would ever try it again.
— Cyndi Goodgame, Daughter of Anat
His scent engulfed me - fresh night air and evergreen. I buried my face in the hollow beneath his jaw as he shoved his Light into me- a terrible force of the sort I'd never imagined, hungry for distraction, intoxicating to the point of addiction.
— Jocelyn Adams
Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.
— E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
He looked at me with serious eyes, but not the kind that made me wonder what I’d done wrong. The kind that made me wonder what I’d done right.
— Denise Jaden
I gasped and pointed the way. I gave you an adventure, Ed, right in front of you but you never saw it until I showed you, and that's why we broke up.
— Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up
So what does the winner get in the end?" Tate asked."They get to sit around with the losers and say, 'I am King Xavier of the world.' Repeat after me.""And me?" Tate asked."You get to be my queen.""How come you're the leader of the community?" Narnie asked, almost smiling. "Why can't Tate be?"Webb looked at his sister, grinning. "Why can't you, Narnie?"Fitz leaned his head on Narnie's shoulder. "And I'll be your queen?""You can be the eunuch," Jude said, shoving him out of the way, "and I'll be her prince." He bowed and took Narnie's hand, kissing it, and their eyes met. It was awkward for a moment until Narnie looked away.
— Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road
One as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects... with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being...
— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein
What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards!
— Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
I don't do romance, in the same way I don't do heroin Russian roulette, or nude alligator wrestling. I consider all of the above self-destructive, and demeaning and these are things up with which I will not put.
— D.D. Barant, Dying Bites
She wasn't a cowardIf she were she would have retreated back into her shell years before and pulled back entirely from life. She was a fighter. Life knocked her down, and she coped by getting up and moving on.
— Dee Henderson, Danger in the Shadows
The slowest kiss makes too much haste.
— Thomas Middleton
You could make me say it again," he whispered. "Make me say it always. Make me say it so often that you never have cause to doubt. I love you.
— Courtney Milan, The Governess Affair
I know what party you’re talking about. I might have to swing through. Especially if you’re going to be there in a costume.” He winked and leaned back in his seat.“I’m going as a homeless person.”“Sexy.
— Chanelle Gray, My Heart Be Damned