Beautiful Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

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.

A night that she won't forget, a night that would make her fall harder for me. I wanted to give her the whole world because that's what she deserved. I remembered I had bought a white rose for her and took it out of my jacket to hand it over to her "My queen, this white rose is for you as it reminded me of you, it is rare, like you. Pure, like you, and very very beautiful, although even its beauty is something that does not even come close to yours. You look so breath-taking that I cannot help but feel like the luckiest man in the whole world"

Did you know the shine in her eyes, the bubble of her laughter and the soul wrenching tears from her soul? Did you know, all are mine? Did you know all I cause? Did you know all I cherish? Did you know the moon in all its glory feels dim and dull in her presence? Did you know the sun in all its glory is nothing compared to her Noor? As he recited the words of love, he inched closer and closer to her form that was piping at him from under the covers of the duvet. Looking into her eyes, he was mesmerized by the beauty in them that he uttered. Did you know beloved, that the moon is beautiful but you my love are lovelier and fairer?

"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."

It would haunt me for the rest of my life. She was beautiful, a fragile beauty that was prettier than roses. I am not sure if I knew the right words to describe her. She was like a veritable angel that the starry night would envy the mysterious darkness of her hair that slithers down her shoulder to her waist. Her naturally rosy lips force roses to turn into buds and reinvent their beauty. The etherealness she possesses needs words to descend from the heavens like hymns to do a little justice to her godly existence. There were so many things about her that stood out to me, things that would forever leave a scar on my body. She was everything I wanted, but could not have.

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