Romantic Quotes From Books Novels & Stories

I reluctantly opened the letter as both of them literally pushed their heads inside my locker to read it. "Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret." Maybe this is why I want to be your secret and admire you from afar. The distance is bearable as long as you smile while reading these little messages. Have a good day Dear Astraea. ~Secret Admirer. "The Lover's Watch by Aphra Behn." Miranda spoke quietly. "What ?" "The quote is from that book Emily." I explained. "Classic quotes on each love letter. He is a nerd like you Rae." Emily patted my shoulder, feigning sympathy for me.

I'd eaten the crackers he'd bought me, he'd loosened my water bottle, and that had been the extent of our great romance. I looked back at Grey. "What are you talking about?" "Nothing." There it was. One word, delivered in the exact tone people used when they absolutely meant something. Grey started toward the exit. I followed him, partly because I wanted an answer and partly because we'd spent so long avoiding each other that letting him walk away again felt unbearable. Outside, he took the path toward the student parking lot instead of Maple Avenue. His car was parked near the football field, but he wasn't walking fast enough to convince me he actually wanted to get there.

data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness." data-p-id=9f72f9d9dde0ee0296413b6a478c503e,style=text-align:left;,"Oh, you silly man," she giggled—the way she had when she'd been eighteen and he'd first seen her. "It's because you make it so easy for me to love you." data-p-id=8079e3d2d1e6dc1da27842b581b83633,style=text-align:left;,Jacob kisses her lips softly. "I love you, Liv," he whispered.

she mentioned. Alexa made an exit from Mrs. Hems’ office. She walked down the dark and narrow hallway, still staring at the book cover. Finally, she reached the room where all of the other kids slept. She found her and Pax’s bunk bed at the very end of the room. She noticed that Pax was already asleep, snoring. She chuckled a bit, yet she ignored it and jumped on her bed. Now she was lying there, holding her book up so she can read. Her lamp was beside her as she read :“She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to l

She switched off her phone and walked toward the counter to work. Lying down on the bed, Leah covered her legs with the blanket and grabbed her book which she was recently reading. She kept turning page after page until one of the lines caught her attention. 'Burying a storm inside is nothing but your end of the path'. She remembered Igneel's words and looked at the vase placed on the table with dead Camellia flowers. A smile made its way to her lips when she suddenly remembered the best days of her life which was almost a decade ago.

‘Is that your only objection? ‘Yes, but - ’ ‘Then forget it.' He brushed her forehead with his lips. ‘I have a magic wand in my back pocket.' ★ ★ ★ For the rest of the day she floated on a cloud of pink champagne bubbles, alternately laughing and crying, and frequently doing both at once. 'I just think it’s the most romantic thing in the world,’ sighed Jess as they lay by the pool. Sunlight dappled the water and, overhead, lazy coconuts waved their fronds in the breeze. Somewhere a dove was cooing softly.

That smile, oh my gosh. “I have, more than once.” He says as he sits on the L-shaped couch next to me, leaning back and draping his arm over the backrest. “I can tell by the way you perfectly quoted Catherine,” I say and heard his deep chuckle. What was happening to me? Sebastian was causing unwanted feelings to stir up inside of me. I did not want to feel this way, especially not towards him. “Indeed. You have picked the perfect place to read, and that book is an ideal companion to the dreary weather.” He says as he points towards the book on my lap. “Do you have a favourite Brontë sister quote?”

Lost in my thoughts, I was barely aware of Ace standing behind me until his voice sounded dangerously close to my ears. "You can take whatever you want, consider it a gift from me " I whirled around to face him, I couldn't fight off a smile. "Whatever I want? Are you sure about that? Then I can take the whole bookshop with me ?" "Even the whole world, you just have to desire it and it's all yours, darling " He drawled, his eyes gleamed brightly as he winked down at me, I found myself blushing. I never knew he could be this romantic, he surely beat all my book boyfriends with this one act of his, I guess there were a lot of things left to find out about him.

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

"Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby." I turned to him, tears instantly filling my eyes. "You cut up first editions?" "I had duplicates," he shrugged, though his eyes were gentle. "I wanted her to sleep under the stories you love. I wanted her to dream in words." I choked out a sob. It was the most romantic, destructive, incredibly Alexander thing he had ever done. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "It's perfect." He let out a breath he’d been holding. He walked over to the rocking chair in the corner—a massive, plush velvet chair that was clearly sized for him, not me.