Cleverness is like rouge – liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.
Clearly the sight of a well-muscled forearm incited a woman to utter depravity. How else to explain the invention of cuffs?
Trace of Magic caught me up fast and pulled me in tight for a fun, action-and-sass adventure full of deadly magic and dangerous romance. Diana Pharaoh Francis delivers a downright terrific read.
Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.
If I am never to have you again after this night, this moment, you will remain the wife of my soul. Keeper of my heart.
My love for you won’t stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that’ll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you.
Barriers tend to intensify romance. It’s called the ‘Romeo and Juliet effect.’ I call it ‘frustration attraction.’
There’s a lot of talk about the positive aspects of love. We as a society downplay the danger, the anxiety, and the disappointment. We romanticize romance.
Liberals and conservatives are looking for entirely different things. Their attitudes toward romance and how they court are really dramatically different. There’s almost no overlap.
Jealousy can even be good for love. One partner may feel secretly flattered when the other is mildly jealous. And catching someone flirting with your beloved can spark the kind of lust and romance that reignites a relationship.
Psychologists maintain that the dizzy feeling of intense romantic love lasts only about 18 months to-at best-three years.
Office romances are few, short, and not usually destructive.
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.
People loved you in the way they knew how – and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.
No more, no less. I’m an idiot. I really need to let this crush go.
I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I’d prefer...
The first step to finding a God-written love story is handing the pen to the true Author of romance.
She was far too busy living out a passionate romance with Jesus Christ to be pining after an earthly prince.
His gaze slid over me like a veil of fire. He could ignite my deepest desires with a single glance. I decided right then and there no more reading romance novels by candelight.