#romance

She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry. ↗

— Mary Balogh

#mary-balogh #romance #slightly #wicked #humor

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches -- hands, he reminded himself, hands -- and grinned anew. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #romance #humor

Hey!” I said, indignation filling me. “I’m immortal! Doesn’t that mean I won’t get saggy boobs and gray hair? Because if it doesn’t mean that, I want a refund— ↗

— Katie MacAlister

#romance #humor

If you don't do anything, you simply end up overwhelmed by something happening. ↗

— Matsuri Hino

#romance #vampire-knight #love

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#love #romance #true-love #love

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #romance #love

I'm ready for something private, private and real ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#romance #love

The fire that had been raging inside her ever since she met him, ever since she left him, was now having gasoline thrown on top of it--by the gallon. ↗

— T.A. Grey

#paranormal-erotic-romance #paranormal-romance #romance #erotic-romance

We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#angel #crossfire #love #reflected #romance

For some reason, the despair that's welling up in me is transforming into white-hot rage. I feel it working its way up from my toes, winding around my legs, and burrowing into the pit of my stomach. It spears its razor-sharp tendrils through the pieces of my broken heart. It's crippling, and devastating, and unrelenting. I have only one choice to survive this; I turn that rage outward. ↗

— Michelle Figley

#romance-novels #young-adult-novels #romance-novels