It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn’t about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and – in spite of True Romance magazines – we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Thoughts of being a pirate and stealing her away to my ship race across my mind. Although I’m not a pirate, and she’s not my captured princess.
When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life.
She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years – barnyard sounds.
Romance novels are my favorite books to read. I write young adult romances, and am so happy to be promoting this wonderful genre.
I write edgy, sexy teen romances, and that’s what I’ll continue to do.
I tried writing adult romances, but it just didn’t fit my voice.
The best kisses in the world take place at night, in the ocean, with two naked bodies coiled around one another, only the stars to keep them company.
But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him “Yero, my hero,” and that melted his heart.
You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.
I’ve been to a lot of school and read a lot of thick books, but at my very core there’s a made-for-TV-movie mentality I don’t think i will ever shake.
Mr. Scott Fitzgerald deserves a good shaking. Here is an unmistakable talent unashamed of making itself a motley to the view. The Great Gatsby is an absurd story, whether considered as romance, melodrama, or plain record of New York high life.
I’m always the one who doesn’t have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, “So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.
I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn’t think about it as I’m falling asleep.
I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.
I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.
I’m an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.
He leaned upon her as if there was no other support anywhere in the world, and she held him as if she would undertake no other task for all eternity.