#romantic

You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill. Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine. “ I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?” “I’ll tell you every day.” “Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy. “A hundred times a day. ↗

— Nichole Chase

#love

Because I don’t believe that you are a slave to what you’ve become. I don’t believe that you simply can’t. ↗

— Bella Forrest

#romance #romantic-suspense #inspirational

Romantic Egoist What's better, an idiot who never tries... or an idiot who at least takes a shot? ↗

— Bisco Hatori

#love #ouran #romantic-egoist #love

This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death? ↗

— Roman Payne

#barcelona #beauty #beauty-is-truth #feminity #girls

Mungkin kau harus berhenti memedulikan apa kata orang tentang dirimu. ↗

— Francisca Todi

#inspirational #relationship #romance #romance-novels #romantic

Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution's way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty. ↗

— Jennifer Weiner

#love #myth #procreation #sex #love

Are you kidding? I'm a terrible cook, but John is a really great one. Literally, I never cook. The whole time we were dating, I prepared two officially romantic meals. Both of them were such disasters that he begs me never to go into the kitchen again. ↗

— Rebecca Romijn

#begs #both #cook #dating #disasters

Is no problem. ↗

— Michelle Sutton

#inspirational

I never thought of it like that. I always thought of you as a part of me, like my own eyes or my own hands. You don't go around thinking 'I love my eyes, I love my hands', do you? But think what it would be like to live without your eyes or your hands. To be mad, or to be blind. I can't talk about it. It's how I feel. ↗

— Elizabeth Marie Pope

#love #romantic #inspirational

Sometimes, when something hurts us, our hearts break a little-in a slightly ... more literal way than for humans. Our pain sort of spills out and onto anyone around us. We call it a cracked heart. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#romantic #inspirational