#roma

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#romance #love

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave." - Jaime Lannister ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#love #romance #love

Love is ______ (fill in the blank yourself). ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#romance #love

I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#love #romance #love

Born to be wild; born to be free; nobody owns you; you are, a romantic tree. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#romance #love

How could I remain unyielding? His words penetrated the flimsy barriers I’d set up around my heart. I’d meant to set up a barbed wire fence, but the barbs ended up being covered with marshmallows. He slipped through my defenses easily. He touched his forehead to my hand, and my marshmallow heart melted. ↗

— Colleen Houck

#romance #love

The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#love-pain #lovers-breakup #lovers-quarrels #romantic-tragedy #love

People say they 'find' love,as if it were an object hidden by a rock.But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. what people find then is a certain love.And Eddie found a certain love with Margurate,a grateful love,deep but quite love,one that he knew,above all else ,was irreplaceable.Once she'd gone,he'd let the days go stale.He put his heart to sleep ↗

— Mitch Albom

#romance #love

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else... ↗

— Julia Quinn

#colin-bridgerton #love #penelope-bridgerton #romancing-mr-bridgerton #love

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#love