#roman

With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I leaned into him as our lips moved against each other. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#rachel-morgan #romance #trent-kalamack #change

It doesn't matter to me what you did, there are some things in life that shouldn't be given so much importance, if they don't change what is essential. What you've told me hasn't changed the way I think; I'll say again, I would be delegated to be your companion for the rest of your life-but you must think over very carefully whether I am the man for you or not. ↗

— Laura Esquivel

#romance #change

Live like you were dying, Love because you are. ↗

— Mark Green

#romance #love

I am amazed at how being with him changes everything for me, socially speaking. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#change

He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#misery #obsession #romance #love

I concentrated on his eyes and his facial expression. Those said a lot about a person. I’d noticed that his eyes changed color based on his mood. Right now they were a true clear green, which meant he was happy. When his eyes turned cloudy with a mix of gray, he was angry. But my favorite shade was clear dark green, the color of his eyes when he’d just kissed me. Eyes only told part of the story. Drawing a portrait could be like looking at a person’s soul, when done right. ↗

— Marysue G. Hobika

#romance #change

We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamed. I felt I was dreaming and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #reading #romance #dreams

A mysterious ability, a broken promise, a life changed forever... ↗

— Kim Hornsby

#novels #page-turner-beach-read #romance #women-s-fiction #change

Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dreams

He'd seen when she began to panic, but he hadn't offered comfort like other Doms or changed his plans. He'd just waited her out. She could hate him a little for that. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotic-romance #romance #change