Beautiful Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

That is how she makes me feel. "Good morning, beautiful." I say, the word beautiful feels inadequate. It doesn't come close to defining how much light she carries. Her face. Her body. Her skin. The perfect curve of her feminine physique. But most especially, her soul. Her brilliant resilient soul. Her bright stunning spirit that she shares selflessly.

“You’re so beautiful.” She sat up and unbuttoned my white shirt, then slid her fingers across my hard, muscled chest and explored the ripples in my abs. “You are magnificent,” she said, running her hands along my sculpted body. “But you know what I love most about you?” I shook my head, so turned on by her touch that I could hardly speak. She then placed her hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. “You. Your heart. That’s what I love the most about you.”

she declared. She was gently fondling the moving image like a child. She was infatuated. She was mesmerized. She could not control her adoration on the face she was seeing. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on. No one is as gorgeous as you. No one is as lovely as you. No one is as sophisticated. Nobody! Nobody!” She began screaming at the top of her voice to prove her point. Then she felt terrible. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you. You gorgeous thing. I am sorry.” She felt apologetic to her own reflection.

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

"They should cause you're not just beautiful but gorgeous. Your nose and dimples get me tripping that I get lost staring at them not to talk of your hazel-colored eyes. You are just so charming." "Aww, baby. You are making me cry. I'm I that beautiful?" "Of course you are. You are just like the sun cause you brighten up my life with your glorious beauty. You are also the moon in my life cause your love makes me glow and scale through my dark times." "Baby, I love you so much. I never knew you are so sweet in words too." "Well, Chris is behind it." "How? What do you mean?" "Calm down love. You know he writes right?"

I laughed each time she would turn around to study me. Her eyes caught mine and I couldn't dare to look away. Her tangled wet curls matted to the side of her face. “You're so beautiful," I spoke, my voice like thunder against the pitter-patter sound of the droplets hitting the ground. She was blushing because of my words, and they were true. She was more beautiful than the storm around us. Our smiles brightened, captivated by each other's presence. Never had there been a more perfect moment for me. And even though we weren't lovers — yet, I doubted there were ever two lovers who shared such an amazing scene.

"You're beautiful." She blushes and looks away. "Stop it." "I'm serious," I want to kiss her, but I don't want to scare her away. Today has been so lovely I don't want to do anything too soon. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You have a beautiful soul and a beautiful brain, you are also sexy and fiery and amazing in bed. There is not a part of you I do not desire." Her blush deepens. "Atlas, stop joking."

“I don’t know if you have anything troubling your heart but one thing I know,you can share this spot with me.” “Really?” I got excited like a child about to see Santa Claus. “Yes.” “Thank you so much….” I admired her over and over again. I got forced to ask, “Were you kissed by the sun?” “Huh? How is that even possible?” “I meant, are you a goddess of beauty because I have never seen someone as beautiful as you.” I noticed her cheeks turned red. She cupped her face with a smile that swept me off my feet. “Thank you–”

I lunged for it, but she was faster, scrambling onto the bed with the kind of speed only a lifetime of dodging consequences could give her. I groaned, covering my ears as she dramatically cleared her throat and began to read aloud. "Dear Jay," I winced. "You are beautiful, in ways the world may not always tell you—inside, where kindness blooms and out, where the light catches in your eyes like scattered stars. I love the way your name dances on my lips, the way your gaze flickers with a quiet magic when I say it. And the way you shiver—just slightly—when our arms brush, as if even the smallest touch is a whispered promise.

“I’m never letting you go. Never doubt how beautiful you are to me. To others. You shine, baby. When you walk into a room, everyone stops to look at you. You’re a joy to watch. Your kindness and compassion glow from the depths of your soul. I don’t deserve you. I never have. But thank God you’re mine anyway.” She angled her head, nuzzling her cheek into his palm as he gently stroked the satiny-soft skin with his fingertips, simply enjoying the way she reacted to his touch. So responsive. So honest. There was no holding back for her. It was one of the many things he loved so much about her.