#romance

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

Afterward, Sara didn't really remember falling asleep, still wearing her robe although she meant to get dressed and had had Serafina lay out a pair of jeans and a blouse for her. In any case, she had slept. And there had been dreams -- of the unsettling kind she didn't want to recall. ↗

— Rosemary Rogers

#dreams

But this girl...she doesn’t feel pointless. She’s real and she’s beautiful and she fits perfectly when she’s in my arms. She makes me want to feel. ↗

— Monica Murphy

#new-adult #new-adult-romance #romance #beauty

His embrace left her breathless and restored all the faith she'd lost in the power of love. When their lips parted, she sighed and said, 'I don't need a party or anything else. All I need is you. I love you.' (Wildflowers) ↗

— Catherine Greenfeder

#faith

You're it for me, Katie. You're my world now. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult #romance-novels #faith

It was not till toward the end of the thirteenth century that the prose romances began to appear. ↗

— Thomas Bulfinch

#began #century #end #prose #romances

I know nothing about love and romance, so I prefer to stick to just comedy. ↗

— Sandra Bullock

#comedy #i #just #know #love

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

— Titania Hardie

#romance #love

I had a feeling that Ben Lancaster had just tattooed himself onto my soul and the thing about tattoos? They were painful to remove. ↗

— Julie Bale

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-romance #beauty

I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, Molly mine. And when I look at you, that’s all I’m ever going to see, the woman I love. It doesn’t matter if you’re perfect. To me, you will be, and that’s all that counts. It’ll be that way always. Even years from now, when you’re old and withered, I’ll see you with my heart, not my eyes. That’s just the way it is when you love someone. The imperfections don’t exist. If you see them at all, you think they’re beautiful. ↗

— Catherine Anderson

#love #romance #beauty