#roman

What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters. ↗

— Alex Flinn

#romance #love

My eyes are not worthy to look upon your face, yet they will not rest until they see you again. ↗

— Cara Lynn Shultz

#love

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love

Wahrscheinlich werde ich jede Nacht von dir träumen", sagte er. "Und wenn ich aufwache, weiß ich, dass der beste Teil des Tages schon vorbei ist." "Das hast du irgendwo gelesen." "Hab ich nicht. ↗

— Kai Meyer

#love #romance #love

You said I told you I was in love with someone else, but I’m not. That’s not what I meant. Cassandra was a part of my past, but our time together ended. The only person I want, the only person I love, is you. ↗

— Angela Corbett

#romance #love

When I write to please everybody, it falls flat. When I write what I know, fearlessly, It won't please everybody, but it doesn't fall flat. ↗

— Ronald P. Chavez

#history #love #mystery #nature #sex

You’re not terrified of me. You’re terrified of letting yourself care for me, and I can’t say I blame you. People who love me usually end up dead. But you see, I’m not going to give you any choice. You belong to me now whether you like it or not.” “I don’t like it, not one bit!” “Try to escape,” he suggested coolly. “Go ahead. See what happens. Give me one excuse to take what I want from you, even if it is against your will. I want you that much. Too damned much.” He turned without warning and kissed her, flattening her back against the pine mast. ↗

— Gaelen Foley

#love

She laughed. My favorite music. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#love #romance #love

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#keyboard #love #madame-bovary #music #piano

I love you," she murmured. The words ... it was as though an entire sun had exploded in his chest. He'd been ridiculous. His thrashing thoughts, his grand confusion and torment and helplessness -- it was only love, had always been love, he supposed. It was no precipice he stood at, or rather precipices have little meaning when one finally acknowledges that one has wings. Connor stepped off. "I love you, too." Such grave, inadequate words for what it was he felt. ↗

— Julie Anne Long

#the-runaway-duke #love