#romance

He sparked on his body that reflect like mini mirrors of diamond ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#mystery-since-myers-equaled-it #equality

Are you all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing the tips of my spiky hair. Granted, I knew he was only being discreet so as to save poor Hillary from being reamed again, but my knees didn’t know the difference. They betrayed me, buckling under his hot breath on my ear and the deep whisper that tickled my senses. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#family-saga #love #romance-love #romantic-suspense #young-adult

None of us could choose our birth, but we could still chose our family, and only those who love you are your true family. ↗

— Meg X

#fantasy #science-fiction-romance #ya #family

You’re my friend,” Chris whispered back, and his other hand came up so he could rub Xander’s lower lip with his thumb. “That makes you beautiful. ↗

— Amy Lane

#beauty

The lovers of romance can go elsewhere for satisfaction but where can the lovers of truth turn if not to history? ↗

— Katharine Anthony

#go #history #lovers #romance #satisfaction

He loves me. Inside his head, his every thought and reaction was born of love, love inside and out, crazy, irrational (and sure, a bit lustful) love. He loves me, and that's also what terrified him when he saw me all lit up like a Christmas tree. He doesn't know what I am, but he loves me. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#love

But he was here. In my bed. His body warm and hard and feeling so much like home that I ached. ↗

— Julie Bale

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #the-stillness-of-you #beauty

Death is around everyone’s corner, people try to run and hide from it, but it al-ways catches up with them. Like a bad scene from a horror movie. Death stalks you like a lion, waiting for just the right moment to attack. You can run but sooner or later you’ll trip and death will devour you. Did anyone know the secret to outrun death? No one that lived to tell about it, that’s saying something right? ↗

— Holly Hood

#death

I'm not real good at romance. ↗

— Jeff Bridges

#i #real #romance

The common prejudice that love is as common as "romance" may be due to the fact that we all learned about it first through poetry. But the poets fool us; they are the only ones to whom love is not only a crucial, but an indispensable experience, which entitles them to mistake it for a universal one. ↗

— Hannah Arendt

#romance #experience