Honeymooning Quotes Novels & Stories

I reached her and scooped her up in my arms, both of us laughing hysterically. “Aww, young love,” a lady said from the seating area where I picked up Madison. “It reminds me of us, Greta,” a little old man said. “Oh, Herman,” the lady said as she kissed her husband. “How long have you been married?” Herman asked. “We were on our honeymoon,” I stated. “Paul,” Madison giggled. “Remember, the honeymoon doesn’t have to stop,” Greta grinned and hugged her husband. “Of course,” I beamed.

Sometimes I feel him pulling my waist away. "What's the problem, my love?" I whispered. "Goddammit," he whispered back. Here we were, being photographed again. The pictures were sure to turn out perfect, with no one knowing what we were actually talking about. "Stop that. Save something for our honeymoon." I chuckled. "Honeymoon? Are you kidding me, Ysa?" "Why? Didn't you see our schedule after this wedding?" "It's stupid to call it a honeymoon when we're definitely not going to honey up. We're just vacationing in the Maldives, Damon."

For me there's no difference between dislike and hate, cause when I hate you, I dislike you. And when I dislike you, I hate you. That's why I dislike you from the start to hate you, and hate you to dislike you. - From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones. - "SO HONEY, we'd be going to Bora Bora to spend our two weeks honey moon." Dad says as we sit for dinner the next day evening. "Honey moon? Bora Bora?" I ask in shock because I was dumb enough to forget Dad would've to go on a honey moon after his marriage.

"I am Ellie, John's wife. We've been married for 25 years and thankfully, the love is still there. I wish you, newlyweds, a similar future." "Thank you, Ellie." "Well, I'm Aurora, call me Rory," the youngest beside me—who was surprisingly British because of her thick English accent—introduced. She looked excited as she asked, "Pray tell, Fallon, how is the honeymoon?" My smile was barely a push away from becoming a wince. The honeymoon...Last night's events flashed on my mind. I am not telling them that. Definitely not. "It was a passionate night for the both of us," I said instead, with a naughty wink. The statement gathered a series of gasps from the ladies. "Our room was decorated with ro

I gave a fake smile, wishing they’d just let me go. “Honestly, you don’t know just how lucky you are. You should have shown your happiness instead of keeping it in. You ought to have let it fly over the top. Do you know how many girls wish to get married to him?” Another asked, and I smiled. “They’re a perfect fit.” A man said, eating grapes deliciously. “I’m sure she’s so happy right now. When and where is your honeymoon?” Another man asked. “Uh, we… we haven’t decided yet.” I said, rushing my words.

Honeymoon - vacation taken by a newly married couple after their wedding. The definition clearly does not include me in the mix. It has been 7 whole days with me at my honeymoon alone. My family has left and so I'm all alone in this island, oh and also with Blake. I try to pretend he never existed to start with but it's so hard when all the hotel helpers talk about him. The old will talk about how nice and caring he is, while the young talk about how his the most handsome man ever. Pshh, if only they knew.

Across from them were Jessica and Noah who were sitting on another long sofa. “We worked there, Dad. That was not our honeymoon," Jessica stressed, trying to argue with her father. “Don't you know that there's a saying, kid?” Luke asked again, but this time, he focused his gaze on his only daughter. “The saying goes: ‘Wherever you go, as long as you are with the person you love, that place is heaven. Whatever you do, as long as you are with the person you love, it is a honeymoon.’ Don’t you know that?”

Her eyes shone with sincerity, and a gentle smile played across her lips. Louis leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, his eyes reflecting her smile back at her. Not wanting to waste a chance, Louis inquired further, "And where would you like to go for our honeymoon, bae?" Vivian's eyes widened when she heard the question, "An island," she said, her voice full of longing for adventure and intimacy, "somewhere secluded, just the two of us." Vivian's excitement was palpable as she spoke, her face glowing with happiness from within. She painted a vivid picture with her words, describing sunsets on the beach, romantic dinners under the stars, and lazy days spent in each other's arms.

Still in this honeymoon phase, still learning from each other, still new. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it. Patricia, ever the realist, had said just earlier by the pool that we’d always be in the honeymoon stage. I didn’t know if that was true, but I couldn’t deny the wish that maybe—just maybe—we could keep that spark alive forever.

"I'm yours. Forever. In morning breath and pancakes. In chaos and calm." "Forever?" she whispered. He smiled. "Even longer." And there, wrapped in wildflowers and giggles, the honeymoon went on. Not in expensive schemes or excess—but pancakes, kisses, and promises breathed in sunlight. And forever was not so distant now. It felt like morning. He smiled. "Even longer." She smiled too, eyes gentle with conviction. "And I'll hold you to that."