Romance Quotes - Page 12

His fingerprints covered my skin.

Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.

And me, standing under the splintered night,
catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black,
hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.

Its voice cracks,
on your name.

My eyes close,
on your name.

The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below.

I look up at the sky and see everything I’ve ever lost,
waiting for me.

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

For a woman to deny the necessity of true love in her life would be to deny herself, and her creator.

Pick a sunset, and we'll ride off into it together.

When you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.

Vronsky saw nothing and no one. He felt himself as a king, not because she had made an impression on Anna-he did not yet believe that-but because the impression she had made on him gave him happiness and pride.

Never been more truthful then right now, looking at you fixes everything.

We had everything we needed. None of it was big. Most of it was simple. But what I knew in that moment was that the size of your home, your car, your wallet, doesn’t have one single thing to do with the size of your life. And my life...my life felt big, filled with love and with meaning.

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

Because you are the superhero fledgling. I’m just your more attractive sidekick. Oh, and the herd of nerds are your dorky minions.

Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.

Mercy is for the weak… let me show you how much of an Unseelie I still am.

What d'you suppose I care if I'm a gentleman or not? If I were a gentleman I shouldn't waste my time with a vulgar slut like you.

We’re never gonna understand women. They’re way too complex. You’ve got too many variables to consider. PMS, bad hair days, miscellaneous mood swings . . . there’s no way to tell what’s causing their attitude.
- Mike