Beautiful Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

I wish she knew how much her words made me giddy, I wish she knew that telling me those words made me happy and made me want to smack her butt. She turned roughly to look at me. "I don't think I've told you how handsome you look." She said, "Whenever you kiss me and I deep my hand into your hair, do you know how I feel? I only do it because you are handsome, your lips turn me on at the slightnes and I haven't told you about it. Just staring at your crescent pupils I'm marveled as to how God created people like you. You are beautiful and it isn't a lie." Her lips moved beautifully as she said those words, it felt like she was reading a line of a book or she was saying a poem.

he wanted it more than anything. “In Moonlight night, I saw a woman.” “With eyes as cold as an ice, eyebrows strong like a willow and lips as red as the peach blossom.” "Her beauty took my breath away. My heart yearns for her existence.” “What to do to make her smile? What to do to make her mine?” “My heart is sick and She is the only cure.”

They're dangerous. "She's very pretty but her bosom is far from impressive. She's skinny, too tall and she's the type that easily falls in love. Definitely not my style," I replied and he rolled his eyes. "What's so wrong with the last part? Don't you want a woman who loves you?" he asked and I took time to think of a perfect response to his question.

she responded, her voice a breathy whisper, "you always know how to set my heart ablaze." I reached out, my fingers tracing a delicate path along her jawline, relishing the softness of her skin beneath my touch. "Every moment spent with you is a symphony of emotions," I confessed, my voice filled with fervor. "Your beauty captivates me, your spirit enthralls me, and your love consumes me."

“That you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” It’s both a lie and a truth. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Raquel’s not only gorgeous, but her heart and her soul burn so much brighter and purer than everyone else in the world combined. I wish I could tell her how much I adore her smile and the sound of her laugh and the way her presence brings me so much calm, but I can’t. It’ll only hurt her that much more and I already hate myself enough.

I can't help but laugh. "You are so gorgeous, Nate!" I gush. "You have the most gorgeous green eyes. And the most gorgeous hair. And the most gorgeous heart. Oh, and the most gorgeous house. I hope you find someone who sees just how gorgeous you are. Just how gorgeous everything about you is. And I hope that the person knows just how lucky they are to hold your gorgeous heart in their hands. And I hope that they are careful with it. And they never break it. Because its so precious. And you are so precious."

In every glance, love softly blooms, A tender flame that forever consumes, Her eyes reflect the depths of feeling, With passion's touch, hearts are healing. Oh, the allure of her vibrant grace, A muse that time cannot erase, She radiates a love so true, Captivating all with eyes of green hue. For in her beauty, love finds its way, A force that brightens even the gray, With green-eyed charm and curls so fine, She is a love story that forever shines.

"You're beautiful." The word felt inadequate. She was more than beautiful—she was sunset over the Atlantic after a storm, she was the first breath of spring after a brutal winter, she was every damn thing he'd convinced himself he didn't need until she'd walked into his life and proven him spectacularly wrong.

I respond, my voice filled with sincerity. “Why?” she asks, her eyes closing momentarily as she savors my touch. When she opens them again, they’re filled with vulnerability. “Am I not attractive enough… for you?” I caress her cheek with my thumb, tracing a soft line along her jawline. Her honesty and vulnerability tug at my heart, and I find myself captivated by the raw connection between us. “It’s not about attraction,” I assure her. “You are more than enough. You’re beautiful in every way.”

However, without saying anything, she closed her book, grabbed her backpack and moved it to the side, leaving an empty seat for the handsome guy. Ciara hated sitting with strangers, but she hated talking to overly attractive people even more. Since earlier, there had been quite a few glances towards where Ciara was sitting, mostly focused on the handsome guy next to her. Throughout the class, neither Ciara nor the handsome guy spoke a single word to each other. This was also what Ciara wanted. Just as the class ended and Ciara was packing up her things, she was surprised when the handsome guy sitting next to her started talking to her again: