#romance

Lying on the floor, with the carved panels of the ceiling flickering dimly above, I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#men

This was no peck on the lips. This was a real first kiss, a movie-star-knock-her-socks-off-fireworks-light-up-the-sky kind of kiss. A girl could live to be a hundred and never forget that kiss. ↗

— Carol Fragale Brill

#love #romance #women-s-lit #love

she never even wore stockings; just those bullet proof tights that you see on old maids. ↗

— Poppet

#paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance #urban-fantasy

Everybody's crooked. The trick is to find out how they're bent. ↗

— Jennifer Crusie

#contemporary

Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#romance

I want to introduce myself to every freckle on your body. ↗