Romantic Quotes From Books Novels & Stories

“We don’t.” He held up a key fob. “Just moved in. Fifty-third floor.” She gaped. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke.” “Right. You monologue.” A tiny smile. “Would you prefer I quote literature instead?” “Only if it’s Pride and Prejudice. And only if you’re Mr. Darcy in a wet shirt.” His smile deepened. And then, to her horror, he actually quoted: “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

Inside, the coarse cheap carpet on the floor felt comfortable, while students were at computers doing book searches or surfing the web. As vampires can sniff the blood from far away, book lovers like me can inhale the fragrance of books just the same. I entered and found myself surrounded by thousands of books. Suddenly, my eyes landed on a poster saying, I do believe something magical can happen when you read a good book. - J. K. Rowling. Now that’s the energy I was talking about that wanted me to wake up in the morning. I felt so excited when I read different quotes in this beautiful place. While roaming from here to there, I heard a noise.

"It feels like a place where you can actually hear yourself think. I bet you’d like studying here." "I would," I said. "It beats the noisy student center back home." We walked through the rows of books. Jax stopped. He pulled a small book from the shelf and handed it to me. It was a book of poems. "Read the one on page 42," he said. I opened it. The poem was about a bird that finally learned to fly after being kept in a gold cage. I looked up at him, my heart skipping a beat. I didn't know what to say. I just held the book.

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

Her hair was bouncy, curling on her shoulders, and smelt like roses "I'm sorry" she apologized bending down to pick up the books she had dropped. He immediately bent down to help her. Picking up a large book with a thick brown cover and the title written in gold "Romeo and Juliet" he read out loud and the embarrassed girl graded the book from his hand, her face glowed a light pink. "Thank you" she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Wait, don't I know you?" Her question shocked and scared young Charles, did she notice that he had been watching her, did she somehow find out that he had constant dreams about her dancing on water like a beautiful waterlily

From now on, he will always love rain. He held her hand, walked towards Starbucks, and brought two coffees for them. She rubbed her chilly hand and blew hot breath to get the warmth, but nothing helped until she held on to the cup. “Was it necessary?” She squinted her eyes with pretended anger. “I want you to sense everything you see and feel could be romantic,” Samson whispered, taking a step closer to her. “How rain could be...” Her eyes widened when Samson cupped her left cheek and the thumb pad caressed her warm, wet lips. The scintillation shooting in his eyes silenced her questioning permanence. “How can someone not fall in love with you?..”

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

“I don’t even have the words.” “You don’t need to,” he said. They sat together at the table, their tea warming between them. Emilia opened the book, her fingers brushing reverently over the delicate inscription inside. “To the dreamer. – J.A.” The ink was faded but real. “I don’t deserve this,” she said quietly. Max leaned in. “That’s where you’re wrong.” For a while, they sat in silence, sipping tea, surrounded by centuries of stories. Then Emilia opened the book again, cleared her throat, and began to read.

her voice was above a whisper. "But meeting you has brought some much-needed light into those shadows." Her fingers continued to trace patterns on my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. "Are you asking me to give you more light to get rid of those shadows?" I looked into her eyes, captivated by the vulnerability I saw within them. Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I couldn't find my voice. But as her fingers lingered on my chest, I felt she was right.

Because you mean more than the world to me. It was like Cara had never heard such words before. Her heart refused to slow down, her head felt empty save for the words that she had just heard. The sparks between them was like never before. She stared into his magical eyes, never breaking the gaze. Until a voice pulled them apart. "If only my husband knew how to be this sweet and romantic." Tricia thought out loud. She broke out in a chuckle when both Romeo and Cara turned to look at her. "Sorry, don't mind me. So I'm allowed to assume that we have a winner?"