Best 9 453 of Romance quotes - MyQuotes
I said I love you about a million times. Maybe not the actual words, but in every other way.
But have you ever tried to walk away from a flirtation? It's good advice to do so, maybe. But it's like telling someone to walk away from a dragon's hoard of gold. It's so rare, so unusual and so completely overwhelming to feel that attention on you, to feel those warmth-giving hormones flood your brain and your body. It feels like an intrinsic good. Natural, and normal, and right. Yes, you could choose not to proceed. But also, no, you can't.
The two sat quiet for a moment; Gabe unsure what to say to comfort his friend and Uri stewing in his own frustration. “Damn it! It was a stupid plan!” Uri swung an arm around behind himself and his bag being the nearest object in reach, swung it across the room with as much force as he could muster.
Black, white, Latino, gay, straight – if any one of them came across a bear in the woods, they’d all taste like chicken.
Finn smiled and blew half her brain cells. “You going to teach me how to have fun, Pru?” he asked in that low, husky voice.
Taking good care of your husband or wife is the best way to thank their parent or parents for having taken good care of them.
When Cash woke up, he knew immediately something was wrong. Even without looking, he knew; Harper was gone, and the space she’d left in the bed ached like a missing limb.
Okay, babe, I'm here.” The front door smashed opened, slamming against the wall—the man didn't know how to turn a knob?
There is no greater crime than a crime against humanity. There is no greater crime against humanity than usury. The greatest violence, and the greatest threat to humanity, is the growth of MONEY.
Sus palabras eran el extintor de incendios que acababa de apagar una discreta llama: la historia que inconcientemente Francisca había comenzado a escribir en su cabeza.
This girl owns me, whether she realizes it or not. I'm a slave to her will.
I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.
I'm sure there's drama in their past that I know nothing about, but when someone like Juliet- colorful, beautiful, determined Juliet- begs you to love her, how do you say no?
You’d be impatient and that’s understandable, but if you were making too much noise, I’d find something better for that big sweet mouth to do.
He would always be around you, not in these words or paintings, but in your heart. He will always be in happy memories. You can't cage his worth in few pages and colors.
En ese momento todos levantaron sus jarras de cervezas y gritaron “Cheers” y ahí me di cuenta lo que los unía, celebraban la diferencia, ese era su punto en común. Esa era la esencia de Londres.
My heart is torn in tiny pieces scattered throughout the years. I exist in several places because you carry those pieces with you, wherever you go, whoever you choose to be, I’ll be beside you in one form or another.
Era una giornata perfetta per passeggiare tra i roseti, il sole splendeva alto nel cielo e la brezza mite spargeva nell’aria il profumo di quelle splendide rose rosse. Mi concentrai sulle sensazioni di benessere che stavo provando: il profumo, la frescura, la vista rilassante del parco a perdita d’occhio. Ma in fondo al cuore sapevo che il motivo della mia gioia era un altro. Il suo nome era Scott ...
It's been my Buckingham Palace, my White House, my Taj Mahal, so coming here today as a real member is - well, it's a big deal.
-No deberías beber tanto, imagina la decepción de tu amiguita si luego... ya sabes... -Tranquila, soy perfectamente capaz de cumplir. -No me lo jures. -¿Qué? -Que es fantástico, Lucas. Te felicito por ser tan eficiente. -Bebe-me indicó, más como una orden que como una sugerencia. Cambió su vaso vacío por uno lleno y se lo volvió a tragar de golpe-. Te veo tensa. -No soy yo el que se está bebiendo hasta el agua de los floreros.
The Suitors Ball is fast approaching and it's a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.
Jacqueline Simon Gunn
Come to me in the dark, bring me all of your scars. I want to know every crack in your heart, every ache, every memory that haunts you. I want to see the realness in your face, the way your eyes stay light even when you talk of pain, and the way your lips are uneven when you smile. The grooves carved into your soul have made you beautiful and I want to run my fingers across the etches. I know people cover wounds and disguise their damage, but this is what makes you, you, and I want to know you. I want to sink inside of you and feel your depth. Don’t protect me from your story. We all have a story and I’m tired of drowning alone.
She broke my heart, so now I have to write about her forever. It made everything different. It's something that can only happen once.
She tried to break from his hold, and he tightened his grip. “You’re safe. I killed the rogues.” The woman stilled and searched his face, the wildness still heavy in her blue eyes. “You’re a wolf.” He smiled and nodded. “And you’re a tiger.” “A white tiger.” To match her white-blond hair. “And a beautiful one.
Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?
Colorful characters are the odd shaped pieces that fill the holes in life's puzzle.
Travelling to new worlds, experiencing strange sights, sounds and tasting the unknown becomes ever more delightful when shared...
He fell in love with the way she fell in love with everything besides him.
She did it, though she hated opera. She hated everything about it. The overblown sense of drama. The violence and lewdness. No one had ever died of heartbreak in Reverie. Betrayal never led to murder. Those things didn’t happen anymore. They had the Realms now. They could experience anything without taking risks. Now, life was Better than Real.
We could stay. You could sleep it off and we can still go to Disney with everyone tomorrow. Don’t you want to go to Fantasyland?” I batted my eyelashes. Jackson ran his thumb and forefinger over his lip, catching his grin and a speck of dried blood at once. The second that grin appeared, it was as if the entire evening’s events evaporated. “Why, Emma Pierce, do you want me to take you to Fantasyland and make all of your dreams come true?” He winked with his good eye. It was painfully adorable.
War loses a great deal of its romance after a soldier has seen his first battle.
If you mean Miss Austen, I don't find her particularly romantic," Tasmin declared. "Can't say that I care much about the marriage arrangements among the middle classes." Tasmin Berrybender
You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.
I'd rather take you to my lair.
En este momento me entran ganas de escribir no solo una carta de disculpa sino cientos, una por cada persona horrible que alguna vez le haya hecho o dicho algo horrible.
Beau, what is it you want?" "A porch," he says softly. He says it like it's my name, and right then, I think, what both of us want more than anything is something we can never have. "All I really want is to build a house with a nice, big porch that gets used every day.
Sebagaimana senja senantiasa menyapa manusia, sebagaimana gemintang senantiasa menemani rembulan. Sebagaimana puisi yang berkasih sayang. Begitupula aku yang merangkulmu, pada cinta untuk kembali pulang.
We’re going to make a tunnel for that ship. We’re going to make sure that little lady has every chance in the world to survive. If I get any trouble out of any of ya…” he paused. “I’ll handle it myself, do you understand?” Johan… “Vital Perception
Quizá, durante sus breves meses de amor, nunca vio la belleza de los ojos con tanta emoción, ni pudo compararlos, como ahora, con sus gemelos brillantes; joyas negras, hondo de mar quieto bajo el sol, fondo de arena mecida en el tiempo, cerezas oscuras del árbol de carne y entrañas calientes. Nunca dijo eso. No hubo tiempo.
How long do you have to stay and socialize?" "Well, I still have to butter up the president of the Jupiter Point Business Coalition." "I do hope you mean literally." His eyes darkened with desire and he pulled her tighter against him. "As you wish, milady.
His eyes move to my lips, and I know he’s thinking the same thing; I can feel it in the way the air charges between us. I can almost taste him half an inch away, can feel the way the tiny hairs on my skin lift and reach for him like plants seeking the sunlight.
Lailah Gifty Akita
What Love Are You That Causes Sorrow? Love is joy; It is not supposed to hurt; Then why pain Is part of it? Love is delight; It is not supposed to harm; Then why hate Is part of it? What joy are you That causes pain? What delight are you That causes hate? What love are you That causes sorrow?
We should go,” he said gruffly, his face inscrutable. “Why?” Her heartbeat thundered. She gripped his arms tight to keep herself from twining her own about his neck. He lowered his mouth to her ear, brushing it with a feather-soft kiss. “It isn’t safe.” Her answering shiver had nothing to do with the cold. She had never stood so close to any man, had never fought the urge to press herself even closer. “What could happen?” she whispered. He cupped her face in his hands. “Anything.
I thought you wouldn’t come,” she admitted. “When have I ever not?” “But—” “—Look…It’s hard being with you, I’m not going to deny that. So sometimes I’m gonna need you to take the first step. But I promise I will always be there to take the second.
Okay, first of all, I didn’t sleep with you to make amends. I slept with you because I wanted to.” He still didn’t say anything, and she pointed at him again. “And you know what? It was your own damn fault. It was those jeans you wear, and the tool belt. It was the size of your hammer!
He'd chase her to Hell and back if needs be, but whether it was for love, or lust, or power, he did not know.
The most beautiful jewelry in the world is not a diamond necklace, but two hearts beating as one.
March 22, 2014 I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I thought I could run from this woman, but she continues to chase me. In my mind, my heart, she’s always there. An entire bottle of whiskey can’t drown out her voice. I wake up each morning hoping it will finally be the day that I get over her. But then night falls and memories of her begin to torture me until sleep is no longer an option. Each night I fall into this abyss of nothingness, feeling only the emptiness of not having her beside me. I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I slept with another woman, all the while wishing it was her and I still went through with it. What a fool I was. I still long to feel the satisfaction I was supposed to have felt that night. I still long to feel the freedom I’d hoped to gain from seeking refuge in the arms of another woman. But I’ll never be free of her. It will take an eternity to break out of these shackles. For one month, ONE month I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants and yet for two years I haven’t even so much as looked at another woman. I’ve remained completely faithful to a memory. Devoted to her smile. Committed to her ever-changing green eyes. I have read through the past entries in this journal and I noticed that I have never used her name. As if inking it would somehow solidify the feelings I think I’ve always felt. I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I do love her. Love is this painful.
Ecce homo means behold the man. Behold the man and all his failures, if you can love him then God has forgiven and I have finally found a God worth serving with thin thighs and knots in her back. We have never kissed underneath a tree, I have never pushed your hair aside to shield the wind, I have never said whatever forces unseen and seen should be ours to smile eyes closed together. Buildings laugh at each other the way we do.