Quotes From Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone. ~ Jane Austen, Love and Friendship. There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison. ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion. Violet He tasted like mine and yet he wasn’t. I didn’t know how that could be possible but it was and if all I could ever have of him was this connection between us then it’ll be what I’ll have.

"That's a quote, isn't it?" Her mouth opens, and her eyes widen on him. "Yes Master, it is." Gazing out of the window, he rubs his nose. "I know the reference, but for the life of me, I can't think where from." Charlotte's eyes are glossing.... What's going on here? Michael exchanges a look with me, shrugging and shaking his head. She almost whispers. "It's from 'The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.' taken from Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'."

“Hah! Looking at this scene! It looks so familiar!” Garrison’s cold eyes skimmed over the red roses on the wall and the candles on the table. “Zachary, do you think I haven’t read The Book of Love? Not only is the whole proposal you just made original lines found in The Book of Love, but the rose and candle setup is also taken directly from the ninth chapter of The Book of Love, which is the ‘proposal’ chapter!” Charlotte was embarrassed, and her face kept blushing and turning pale from time to time.

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

"Mr. Romero and Mrs. Romero were really a perfect match! Now I have a standard for romance novels! I hope Mr. Romero and Mrs. Romero will share more lovey-dovey moments in the future. I'm not afraid of getting full, I can eat!" *** When Charlotte realized this, her phone had already been taken by Leandro. The next second, she heard a deep male voice ringing in her ear, "What is high-quality dog food? This is high-quality dog food! Of course, I would like to see something of even higher quality, like Mr. Romero and Mrs. Romero kissing or something..." Charlotte's face immediately turned red, and she quickly snatched back her phone, saying, "These are all nonsense comments, there's nothing int

“I like happy endings.” He grinned. He knew that code word in the reading world. “So you read romance.” Her mouth opened in protest before closing. He could see her fire building, the light that he was already enjoying so much growing and spilling out of her as she became animated. “Yes, I like romance.” She raised her chin and puffed out her chest. “I read romance novels in my spare time. So make fun of me all you want.” “Why do you like them?” he asked, enjoying the way her eyes flashed at him and the set of her jaw.

He was gonna turn her ass crimson. ”I’ll send you their location later when you’ve calmed down-” Romero crushed the phone in his fist and threw it in the trash bin beside his desk. Fuck later. He would find her right now. __________________________________________________________ ‘Do you think our love can make miracles?’ ‘I do.’ Anateya giggled as she simultaneously chimed in with Diana, repeating their favorite line from ‘The Notebook’ word for word. People turned and glared in their direction, making them giggle even more.

My heart could burst. "You, are so incredibly sweet" I mumble gently against his lips, still humming from my rather frenzied kiss. Rhodes's shy smile sends a warmth through my chest as we walk into the tiny bookstore, about as narrow as my apartment back home in London . It's walls are packed full of books and wildly beautiful quotes from underrated authors, I end up with a large stack of books in my arms secured by my chin as we finish touring the place. The whole time Rhodes stands beside me, pointing out books with amusing titles or a cool poster hanging high up on the wall.

Looking at the vibrant red roses, Selina suddenly remembered a classic quote from a novel she had read before: "Marry a red rose, and soon enough, that vibrant red becomes as dull as a mosquito bite, while any white rose looks as pure as moonlight. Switch it up and marry a white rose, and suddenly that pristine white is just a stray rice grain on your shirt, while any red rose becomes as alluring as a beauty mark." Selina pulled out her phone and sent Ben a message: "Thank you for the flowers. The secretaries really like them." She didn't check Ben's reply until after her morning meeting was over. There was a string of messages: