Beautiful Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

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.

She is truly the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I feel like I can't breathe, so I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt. I sit on the bed by her hip and lean slightly over to rest my hand by her other hip. Feeling like I've waited a lifetime to touch her, I lightly trace my fingers across the softness of her lips. Her breath hitches. "You're so beautiful," I whisper. "I want to both devour and cherish you." "I want to see you," she whispers back. "Soon, my little girl, I swear to you. Please, be patient with me."

I'm gonna get enough of her belly pecks. " I... I don't know what you saw in me and why you love me this endlessly that you ain't mad at me at all. How come? How can you love me to this limit? " she questioned more not believing me. However, I smiled at her and said " A devil always loves his beauty. And you're my beauty because you have made my life beautiful. " " So dead pick-up lines " she whispered but shed tears. " Let some sleep babe," I said back hugging her.

"The beauty of a woman is not by the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the care that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman only grows in passing years. - Audrey Hepburn." Her mouth dropped, "Woah. Where did you copy all this from?" Standing in front of her, he placed both hands on his hips. A thin smile on his lips. "My cousin. She's sorta... a motivational speaker and all. Sometimes I help her in writing her speech." "Wow. Who would've thought that a

"No, you're perfect." "Be honest." She blinked rapidly like she was trying to hold back tears. "Do I look beautiful?" "Yes," I said, getting off the bed and walking to where she stood. "You look like a princess with a thousand stars nesting on your head." I took her hand in mine and gave it a light squeeze. "Am I?" The corners of her lips slowly creased in a smile. "Definitely and Coleman would fall in love with you over again. He wouldn't be able to take his eyes off because your beauty is beyond compare."

So today, I decided to give her my soul. I want to connect with her. I had waited a long time for this moment. I will make this night memorable for her. "Did I ever tell you? I muttered as I searched her eyes, nose down to her lips. She gave me the "what?" look. "You are gorgeous." When I complimented her, she blushed and lowered her eyes, resting her hand on my bare chest. "I have never met anyone as beautiful as you. You are strong and intelligent. You know how to deal with your problems rather than fleeing like a coward."

Oh how I miss her! “She…she has the most beautiful heart…” I say , the words pour out my heart. “ She is thee most gorgeous girl you will ever lay your eyes on. She still has the heart and innocence of a child , yet her thoughts are so mature. She is the combination of every thing sweet and good – there is not a stitch of evil in her…” I say , my heart exploding within me with painful love. This distance we share between us is like a slow poison that kills your soul torturously slow.

When the gown finally slipped down, pooling around her feet, my breath caught in my throat. She was breathtaking. Not because of perfection. But because she was her. Real. Vulnerable. Mine. Emotion surged so strongly it nearly overwhelmed me. “You’re beautiful,” I said hoarsely. Her eyes shimmered. “Only because you’re looking at me like that.” I shook my head gently. “No. You’ve always been beautiful. I was just too blind to see how lucky I was.” A tear slipped down her cheek. I caught it with my thumb. “No tears tonight,” I whispered. “Only happiness.”

She turned back to Boston as the crowd tittered. “I wanted to say something poetic and meaningful,” she said. “And I spent weeks trying to write the perfect thing. But in the end, I didn’t come up with much because every time I think about the perfect words to explain to you how I feel about you, how you make me feel about the world and our lives, and the possibilities that exist thanks to the way you love me . . . well, there aren’t words for that. I can only hope to show you every single day for the rest of our lives that you are it for me. You’re all I want, and all I need, and the whole world is brighter with you next to me.” El sniffed as she finished this, and her shoulders shook a lit

“Whoa, who’s that beautiful woman? She’s so stunning! She’s even more gorgeous than the stars we see on television!” “Look at her face, her figure. She is simply the embodiment of perfection. I love her, I love her.” “Whoever gets to marry a woman like her is one lucky chap. Sacrificing a decade of one's life to marry her would be worth it! “Heh-heh, you must be dreaming. Why don’t you take a look at yourself in the mirror? Let alone a decade, you wouldn’t be able to land yourself a beautiful woman like her even if you took fifty years off your life.”