#roma

You can't do a machine without knowing something about how it's going to work. As for the romantics, the costumes bored me and I don't enjoy doing period clothes. ↗

— Boris Vallejo

#bored #clothes #costumes #doing #enjoy

The Roman Catholics teach that unless you're a Roman Catholic you do not go to heaven. ↗

— Neale Donald Walsch

#catholics #go #heaven #roman #roman catholic

I was brought up Roman Catholic. I'm not even baptized. ↗

— Billy Corgan

#brought #catholic #even #i #roman

it taught me, that when a woman lets herself love, she loses. it taught me that to survive, you rely on yourself first and last." -adrianne "It should have also taught you that sometimes love has no threshold." -philip ↗

— Nora Roberts

#romance #love

Frank imitated the voice of Vitellius: “They’re wimps! Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#frank #jackson #jupiter #neptune #percy

Of course not! I knew you would protect me. You swore that you were strong enough to protect Vivienne, didn’t you? How can you promise to protect my sister, but not trust yourself to keep me safe?” The music swelled to a crescendo. Although Adrian kept her imprisoned against the muscular length of his body, he gave up all pretense of dancing. “Because I don’t lose my wits every time Vivienne walks into a room. I don’t toss and turn in my bed every night dreaming of making love to her. She doesn’t drive me to distraction with her endless questions, her incessant snooping, her harebrained schemes.” His voice rose. “I can trust myself to protect your sister because I’m not in love with her! ↗

— Teresa Medeiros

#dreams

When I was very, very young, seven years old, I heard there was school where you could go to learn to draw. That was my absolute driven passion, to become an artist or a painter. So the romantic realist in me, I studied to be a graphic design artist and an art teacher. ↗

— David Coverdale

#art #artist #become #could #design

It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough. ↗

— Maya Banks

#romantic-suspense #love

She reached out, her fingers hesitant. The deer—Knox—tilted his head down, letting her touch his antlers. Her hand trembled slightly as she caressed the boney protrusion. The ivory tines were warmer than she thought they’d be, a living extension of the man inside. She petted his pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of his muscles bunching and moving underneath. Sitting back, she winked up at him. "You probably get this a lot,but…nice rack.” The deer flashed back into a man who tackled her onto her pillows with a wolfy growl. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you? ↗

— Miranda Stowe

#erotic-romance #shapeshifter #dreams

I cannot come with you, my prince," he said with great tenderness, as he kneeled over the sleeping Neriah and placed the chain around his neck. "But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me." He touched his hand to Neriah's forehead and whispered, "Now, forget me. ↗

— Shira Anthony

#fairy-tale #fantasy-romance #gay #gay-romance #dreams