#roman

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#relationship #romance #sweet #relationship

He realized with sudden clarity that the power axis in a conflict shifted once your adversary had heard you plead for divine intervention while her hands and mouth and body brought you to screaming climax on her kitchen table. ↗

— Barbara Falkenrath

#humor-relationships #romance #relationship

It takes both sides to build a bridge. ↗

— Fredrik Nael

#indonesian #love #patience #relationship #romance

She'd kicked Klein's ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall. He really should marry her. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#romantic-suspense #romantic

If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#romantic-suspense #soldiers #romantic

Though his countenance was solemn, there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Major MacKinnon, won't you join us?" "But, my lord, he is clad in outlawed rebel attire. The Dress Act expressly forbids--" "I am not blind, Colonel, and I am familiar with our laws." Sarah fought back a smile. Colonel Haviland lowered his voice, leaned toward Uncle William. "He was invited to pay respects to your niece, my lord, and he has the gall to--" "I _am_ payin' my respects to the lass!" Connor's deep voice filled the room, cutting Colonel Haviland off altogether. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#scotsman #respect

The pursuit of truth is not important. The pursuit of that truth is important which helps you in reaching your goal that is provided you have one. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#truth #romantic

Are you referring to the day you instructed me to ‘follow the white rabbit,’ plied me with absinthe and brownies, and tried to have your way with me? Didn’t take long for you to lose your romantic streak, did it? ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#romantic

Once the principals in their party are seated, with those lower on the totem pole left to grumble and move on to find another table, our once-cozy booth transforms into a damp fusion of vacuous wretchedness, with the three women all complaining alternately about their wet hair/clothes and their respective distance from Talon, while the man himself is trying to maneuver his Paul Bunyan frame way too close to me. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#respect

All romantic novels end the same way, but it's the process of getting there that provides all the enjoyment. ↗

— Candice Hern

#romantic