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One of my favorite dialogue pieces from Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie,” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said. ↗

— R.T. Wolfe

#black-creek-burning #gardening #murder #romantic-suspense #sweet

Aber auch Glück ist anstrengend. Ich finde nichts frustrierender, als neben einer auserwählten Person zu liegen und das Bedürfnis zu haben, ihr so nah wie möglich zu sein. Man kann sich umarmen und verknoten, bis man schwarz wird, man hat immer das Gefühl, noch näher sein zu wollen. Das sogenannte "In-den-Partner-reinkriechen-Wollen". Man wird nie nahe genug sein. Oder Sehnsucht. Wie oft das Einander-Vermissen schon romantisiert, Chris-de-Burgh-isiert wurde. Sehnsucht ist fürchterlich. Wenn man vermisst, kann man sich nicht mal im Kino ablenken, weil im Film am Ende doch immer alle einander haben. ↗

— Sarah Kuttner

#romantic #love

Aku ingin sekali mengatakan padamu bahwa segalanya akan berakhir dengan baik untuk kita, dan bahwa aku berjanji akan berusaha mewujudkan itu. Tapi andaikan kita tak pernah bertemu lagi, dan perpisahan ini mesti terjadi, aku yakin kita akan bertemu lagi di kehidupan lain.... ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love

Karamel. Aku baru memperhatikan, warna matanya coklat keemasan, seperti sirup karamel yang selalu kucampurkan di kopiku. ↗

— Francisca Todi

#relationship #romance #romance-novels #romantic #romantic-comedy

There are few things more mysterious than endings. I mean, for example, when did the Greek gods end, exactly? Was there a day when Zeus waved magisterially down from Olympus and Aphrodite and her lover Ares, and her crippled husband Hephaestus ) I always felt sorry for him), and all the rest got rolled up like a worn-out carpet? ↗

— Salley Vickers

#era #funny #gods #greek #irony

Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet they weren't seeing her. Focused on the movement of the blade, the mesmerizing gaze seemed a world away. Stroke after stroke, the unmasked face appeared in the mirror. ↗

— Chris Lange

#romance #romantic-suspense #love

In my living room there are two large bookcases, each one eight feet tall, and they have about five hundred books between them. If I step up to a shelf and look at the books one by one, I can remember something about each. As a historian once said, some stare at me reproachfully, grumbling that I have never read them. One may remind me vaguely of a time when I was interested in romantic novels. An old college text will elicit a pang of unhappiness about studying. Each book has its character, and even books I know very well also have this kind of wordless flavor. Now if I step back from the shelf and look quickly across both bookcases I speed up that same process a hundredfold. Impressions wash across my awareness. But each book still looks back in its own way, answering the rude brevity of my gaze, calling faintly to me out of the corner of my eye. At that speed many books remain wrapped in the shadows of my awareness--I know I have looked past them and I know they are there, but I refuse to call them to mind. ↗

— James Elkins

#bookshelves #looking #reading #nature

I am not worthy of my suffering. A great sentence. It suggests not only that suffering is the basis of the self, its sole indubitable ontological proof, but also that it is the one feeling most worthy of respect; the value of all values. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#metaphysical #romantic-fiction #respect

Put your mouth on mine, Little Raven. I’m ready for a taste of lemon cake,” he said in a deep and tumbling voice. “Maybe I’m not so sweet,” I whispered, wetting my lower lip with a sweep of my tongue. Logan’s eyes followed every movement, and he licked his lips in response. “I want your mouth… on my mouth. Do it, or else I’ll have to find something else to kiss. ↗

— Dannika Dark

#mageri #mouth #romance #romantic #sexy

Ladies. We've got a rat in our midst. ↗

— Sydnie Riley

#romantic-comedy #sherry-james #romantic