#romance

People will always need love, romance, a tender touch, and really personal and deeply felt music. ↗

— Susannah McCorkle

#deeply #felt #love #music #need

The difference between being content and being blissfully happy is unquantifiable, and only those who experience the latter can understand just how mediocre the former can be. ↗

— Emma Shane

#lgbt #life-lessons #love #relationships #romance

So now would probably be the wrong time to tell you I rented that boxing movie with the hot guys, planning to watch it on mute?” Ashlyn asked. “Well, as long as I’m invited to watch it with you, I see nothing wrong with that. ↗

— Cindi Madsen

#paranormal-romance-series #movies

Statistically speaking, there is a 65 percent chance that the love of your life is having an affair. Be very suspicious. ↗

— Scott Dikkers

#humor #infidelity #love #relationships #romance

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#death

People get stupid when they're in love; people want what they can't have; and the years between ages twelve and eighteen always, always suck. ↗

— Claudia Gray

#age

In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#paris #romance #age

You’re nothing but an aging sad cliché and I don’t want any part of it anymore. You’ll wind up right here, in a room just like this, twenty years from now paying for what I’ve been giving you for free from someone even younger than I am right now. Only you’ll be twenty years older and nothing more than a broken down image of the man you used to be. Good luck with that. ↗

— Ryan Field

#jim-darling #m-m-romance #age

But you know as well as I do that anger won’t solve anything.” “I beg to differ,” he shrugged. “Anger can be quite rewarding…at least for those of us who have the option of blasting our enemies to oblivion. ↗

— M.A. George

#enemies #humor #paranormal-romance #sarcastic-humor #anger

Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell asleep again, her breathing warm and regular against his chest. Alex kissed her head, his arms tightening around her. As he drifted back to sleep himself, he saw a brief flash of the thousands of angels streaming in, but right then it seemed distant, almost unimportant. The only thing that mattered was that he was lying in a bed holding Willow, their bare legs entwined. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#life