#roman

You are the trip I did not take, you are the pearls I could not buy, you are my blue Italian lake, you are my piece of foreign sky. You are my Honolulu moon, you are the book I did not write, you are my heart's unuttered tune, you are a candle in my night. You are the flower beneath the snow, in my dark sky a bit of blue, answering disappointment's blow with "I am happy! I have you! ↗

— Anne Campbell

#romance #love

As far as the lack of hits goes, I think perhaps it's because I've played a lot of different roles and have not created a persona that the public can latch on to. I have played everything from psychopathic killers to romantic leading men, and in picking such diverse roles I have avoided typecasting. ↗

— Jeff Bridges

#avoided #because #created #different #different roles

Afterward, Sara didn't really remember falling asleep, still wearing her robe although she meant to get dressed and had had Serafina lay out a pair of jeans and a blouse for her. In any case, she had slept. And there had been dreams -- of the unsettling kind she didn't want to recall. ↗

— Rosemary Rogers

#dreams

But this girl...she doesn’t feel pointless. She’s real and she’s beautiful and she fits perfectly when she’s in my arms. She makes me want to feel. ↗

— Monica Murphy

#new-adult #new-adult-romance #romance #beauty

I think Bond the character is distinct: He's British, he has a certain code that he lives by, he's incorruptible... he's a classical hero, but he's also fallible. He has inner demons, inner conflicts, and he's a romantic. ↗

— Barbara Broccoli

#bond #british #certain #character #classical

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule. ↗

— Anita Brookner

#after #become #beginning #essence #impossibility

I was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am." His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you." "I don't think you can promise me that." She squeezed his bruised fingers. "But it makes things a bit more equal, to know that I can hurt you, too." His gaze fell to her lips. He said simply, without any trace of irony, "You are killing me. ↗

— Tessa Dare

#romance #equality

Everybody's crooked. The trick is to find out how they're bent. ↗

— Jennifer Crusie

#contemporary

Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#romance

I want to introduce myself to every freckle on your body. ↗

— Wendy Higgins

#romance #ya #ya