#romantic

I tend to play strong characters and people just assume that I would want to play romantic comedies, which I would love to do, but there are other women that do it so great and they maybe couldn't do what I do, play the kind of characters that I play. ↗

— Carrie-Anne Moss

#characters #comedies #great #i #i do

I didn’t care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I’d just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I’d also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn’t care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us ↗

— Richelle Mead

#romantic

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee! ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#romantic #romantic

Kiss me,” she said urgently. Sam’s eyes flickered with mild surprise. “Right now?” “Yes.” “What kind of kiss?” “What do you mean, what kind of kiss? Just a regular kiss.” “A friendly kiss, or a romantic kiss? Are we supposed to be going out together, or—“ “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she exclaimed, and pulled his head down to hers. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#romantic

The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #love #necessary #romantic #sky-and-dean

He's like a God. You worship the gods, but you don't go out with them. You only like guys like that from a distance. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#romantic

I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different. ↗

— Glen Cook

#romantic #romantic

He’s been a bit grumpy since Potato Day.’ She heard Gethin choke back a laugh. ‘He set up an all-day workshop on all things potato after reading up about successful winter events at other nurseries,’ she went on, unable to hide her own amusement. ‘It was a terrible failure. Hardly anyone turned up apart from our poet, Wilfie, who wrote a Potat-Ode to celebrate the occasion. ↗

— Christine Stovell

#romantic-comedy #romantic

She had offered to drive, not least because it would have given her some control over the evening, but Gethin had raised an eyebrow and told her he liked a more comfortable ride. She assumed it was a reference to her van rather than some frank over-sharing. ↗

— Christine Stovell

#romantic-comedy #romantic

Coralie Casey was the kind of woman calories were made for; that dewy peaches-and-cream complexion, glossy cherry lips, the succulence of her body beneath that orange, silky dress. A cornucopia of curves, you could say, except it was probably better not to think about horns of plenty. ↗

— Christine Stovell

#romantic-comedy #romantic