#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

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

Having declared a passion for his wildness, she had sought from the beginning to tame him. ↗

— Titania Hardie

#romance #love

I love romantic comedies. They're for me the easiest thing to do and the most natural to do. There's nothing natural about holding an uzi hanging out of a moving van shooting at people. That's not second nature to me, thank God. ↗

— Gabrielle Union

#comedies #easiest #easiest thing #god #hanging

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

You can't do a machine without knowing something about how it's going to work. As for the romantics, the costumes bored me and I don't enjoy doing period clothes. ↗

— Boris Vallejo

#bored #clothes #costumes #doing #enjoy

Frank imitated the voice of Vitellius: “They’re wimps! Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#frank #jackson #jupiter #neptune #percy

It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough. ↗

— Maya Banks

#romantic-suspense #love

She reached out, her fingers hesitant. The deer—Knox—tilted his head down, letting her touch his antlers. Her hand trembled slightly as she caressed the boney protrusion. The ivory tines were warmer than she thought they’d be, a living extension of the man inside. She petted his pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of his muscles bunching and moving underneath. Sitting back, she winked up at him. "You probably get this a lot,but…nice rack.” The deer flashed back into a man who tackled her onto her pillows with a wolfy growl. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you? ↗

— Miranda Stowe

#erotic-romance #shapeshifter #dreams

I cannot come with you, my prince," he said with great tenderness, as he kneeled over the sleeping Neriah and placed the chain around his neck. "But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me." He touched his hand to Neriah's forehead and whispered, "Now, forget me. ↗

— Shira Anthony

#fairy-tale #fantasy-romance #gay #gay-romance #dreams