#roma

It was I who was conquered. In just seven nights, that fledgling goddess not only discovered that I had a heart, but she stole it forever, then cradled it in the palm of her hand. ↗

— Celeste Bradley

#love

Some sample lyrics I think I catch: "My engine races up to seventh gear; wrap your legs around my engine, dear . . . . The tunnel's dark, but the ground is wet; I lubricate it with my dripping sweat!" Or, something vaguely disturbing and gross like that; it's hard to tell with the wailing guitars and the front man screaming through his ravaged vocal chords. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#ghouls #paranormal-romance #young-adult-novels #love

I'd seen him around town for a year or so before he made a move on me. I'd heard good and bad things about him. One friend said he was just out for sex. Another said he was a romantic at heart. What the hell, I thought. I needed sex and romance in my life. Sometimes I believe I would have taken one without the other. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#sex #death

Tutt'intorno a noi scorreva la città di Roma, splendida nella sua indifferenza, eternamente sicura di sé, felice di prendersi i nostri soldi e posare per una foto, ma senza avere alla fin fine bisogno di niente e di nessuno. ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#città #italia #italy #lazio #roma

Sylvia grabs my sleeve. “He’s a looker.” “I know. The problem is, he knows it, too. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humour #romance #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #funny

...Ethan, but I'm certainly not the type of woman to just go home with two men whether I know them or not. It would be highly inappropriate, not to mention stupid." "And you're not stupid." "Not as far as I can tell"... ↗

— M.K. McClintock

#montana #western-romance #home

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

#leading-men #literature #pride-and-prejudice #romance #death

No matter how much i loved him it was a matter of my life or his death he was now my enemy and a harm to mori. It was my job.butcould i do it or would love stand in theway ↗

— Richelle Mead

#death

Never give a woman flowers to say I love you . Tell her how much you love her and you will wake up looking at the flowers beside her bed. ↗

— Colin Tegerdine

#passion #romance #love

If I've got a Dad, and his name is Wormwood Rot, and he's in some heavy metal rock band called Grave Dirt . . . then I'm definitely meeting him! She stares at me awkwardly, and I'm about to ask again—maybe even insist—when she says, "Honey, why do you think he's on the news? Wormwood, I mean . . . your father? Becca, he's . . . dead. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#ghouls #heavy-metal #rock-and-roll #romance #romance-novel