#roman

Shut up…let me tell you, LET ME. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough...I don’t even think about women anymore. I think about you. ↗

— Louis C.K.

#louis-ck #love #romance #unrequited-love #love

...whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world, and she would still be his. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#romance #love

He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest. ↗

— Lia Davis

#hero #magic #paranormal-romance #witches #men

Together, in that room, our childhood notions of love melted away. We discovered love was not a fairytale. Sometime there were no happy endings, and when there were, you needed to work like hell to keep the happiness alive ↗

— Cristina Marrero

#lesbian #lgbtq #love #queer-youth #romance

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love #romance #shiver #love

A handsome prince, such as yourself, deserves someone who is no less than one hundred percent dedicated to him. ↗

— Colleen Houck

#romance #love

In any relationship in which two people become one, the end result is two half people. ↗

— Wayne W. Dyer

#relationships #romance #love

Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before? ↗

— JoAnne Kenrick

#gypsy #liverpool #mullo #mulo #mystery

Had he but turned back then, and looked out once more on to the rose-lit garden, she would have seen that which would have made her own sufferings seem but light and easy to bear--a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love and as soon as her light footstep had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade, where her tiny hand had rested last. ↗

— Emmuska Orczy

#love

I stared into his handsome face and let those feelings overwhelm me and in that fleeting time I felt the ghost of our emotional connection. It was just a mere whisper, like a scent on the breeze that blows past you too quickly, bringing with it a memory of something you can’t quite grasp. I wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light, a flicker of something real, or something I fabricated, but it captured all of my attention. ↗

— Colleen Houck

#romance #love