#nov

The anxiety, which in this state of their attachment must be the portion of Henry and Catherine, and of all who loved either, as to its final event, can hardly extend, I fear, to the bosom of my readers, who will see in the tell-tale compression of the pages before them, that we are all hastening together to perfect felicity. ↗

— Jane Austen

#novels #love

Lost: Heartbeat. Last seen being chased away by an Irishman’s shameless grin. Reward if returned. ↗

— Whitney K.E.

#irish-romance #love #romance #romance-novels #love

Can I kiss you?” And she would let him, lightly on her lips, a moment of brief anticipation. “Your kisses are like sugar woman.” He would tell her affectionately. “So sweet.” He would close in on her and then ask softly, “Please spend the night with me. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#couples #kiss #kisses #kissing #love

For the briefest of moments his eyes sparkled before dimming again. “However much I would love to get into a discussion about chastity belts, now is not the time. The people we were fighting were not human in the strictest sense of the word. ↗

— Michelle Smart

#sexy-humor #love

But it was so much more. In that white blouse you wore, you looked like Grace Kelly, sharing a joke with a schnauzer, then you smiled at me and i was included, the three of us alone together. I thought, there's a woman I could die for. ↗

— Phillipa Fioretti

#william-isyanov #love

إذا كان المرءُ خائفًا على حياته فهو لايفكرُ بالآخرين ، بل يفكرُ فقط بالناس الذين يحبهم ، وقد لا يكونُ هذا حتى كافيًا ↗

— Lisa See

#love #novel #thinking #love

You know," Kavita begins, "I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste." "No you don't." Nick plainly states. "No man has taste. Besides, I didn't pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#fiction #fiction-novel #love #lovers-fictional #romance

Back on the ferry, I sip some vodka on the rocks and have a chat with God. Me: (desperately) What the *&%$# am I going to do? God: Me: (surprised) Really? After all those Sundays of being a back up singer for Jesus, you got nothing to say? God: Me: (humbly) Help me out here. ↗

— Lexis De Rothschild

#lexis-de-rothschild #novella #sailing #love

المسافة لا تعني شيئاً عندما نحب بعضنا بعضًا بهذه القوة ↗

— Amélie Nothomb

#novel #strong #love

Etta gave Will a small, knowing smile. "Will, sometimes you have to love people for who they are, not who you want them to be. ↗

— Deanna Lynn Sletten

#fiction-novel #middle-grade #outlaw-heroes #young-adult #love