Quotes From Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He said whether sinister smile and I feel my cheeks become a tomato red like I’m giving a competition to a rose flower. We didn’t speak as he is enjoying my coffee and he offered sometimes to take a few sips but I denied. After few minutes of comfortable silence he again said. “Why you always read these kind of books and that too romantic novel….GOD, I hate romantic novels they are too clingy to read.” he made a disgusting face by looking at my rated novel. I smile looking at him making different faces and replied.

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

“What are you? A slam book? How can you love yourself when you don’t even recognize love itself?” Romance never goes out of style. It does not wither or die like plants in a glimpse of summer. We fall into its captivating curse the moment we find perfection in a soul filled with flaws. The second we see beauty in the laceration of their scars and lips maneuvered by deception, we are bound to plunge into the deepest fragment of their life. The day our heart palpitates at a rapid velocity is the day we chain ourselves to an immeasurable misery.

"I'm just a man standing in front of the woman I love, asking her to marry me." Serena blinked. "Did you just... quote Notting Hill?" Nathaniel shrugged. "Read somewhere, it's one of the most romantic lines of all time." Serena, "..." "Serena, you complete me," he added. After a second, and Serena still did not answer, he said, "This is the part where you say, 'you had me at hello.” Serena, "..."

Lucy said, trying to regain her composure. She opened her textbook to the first chapter. “I already read this book twice, I think it focuses on sacrifice. The male lead chooses his family over his own desires. It’s romantic, when you think of it. To be that loyal” Jonathan laughed out sarcastically. "Romantic? You actually think it’s romantic?" he asked, "It’s stupid. It’s not beautiful in anyway. He spends his entire life being miserable because he’s afraid to let his family down. That isn't loyalty, Lucy . That’s being a coward."

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

If you cannot return them yet, then never you worry - I love you enough to sustain us both. Your loving Vincent She couldn't read the letter without sighing. She'd never thought of herself as someone who put much stock in big, romantic gestures or in dramatic declarations of feelings - unlike several of her girlfriends, she'd never really been into romance novels or romantic comedies - but Vincent's words moved her. Maybe it was because it was real. A real live person had written these things, shared these words. Maybe it was because after everything she'd experienced, she still hadn't given up on love, not completely. It might not exist for her, perhaps, but as long as it existed somewhere,

I asked, turning around to face her. Star shook her head. "No, I haven't read that one, but I love romance novels. They're so heart warming and sweet." I felt my heart swell with emotion as I watched her speak. I wanted to tell her that I felt this way, that I had always dreamed of finding a love as sweet as the ones in those novels. But I couldn't find the courage to do it. Instead, I simply nodded and listened as Star talked about her favourite romance novels and the reasons why she loved them.

Infatuated How does one know if they really, really, really like person? All night, I've been re-reading romance novels I've read. Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, even William Shakespeare. All of the things I've read brought me to one ridiculous hypothesis. "I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." – Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)

"And you remember that the best romances are the ones where both people choose each other every single day." She stood, pressed a signed copy of her book into my hands, and squeezed my shoulder before moving on. I stared at the book, at her inscription: "To Camila - May you write yourself a happy ending. You deserve it." "Thank you," I nearly cried to Lucien. "Don't thank me for making you happy," he watched me with those golden eyes that saw too much. I leaned over and kissed him. His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me deeper.