Romantic Quotes From Books Novels & Stories

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

“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.

So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams. “Listen to this,” I said, looking up from my book. “He took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper: ‘I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my library, covered in rain and righteous indignation. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?’” “That’s terrible,” Alonzo said without looking up from his laptop. “It’s romantic!” “It’s predictable.” “Predictable can be comforting. Not everything needs to reinvent the wheel.”

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

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:

"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, "..."

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.

"But look? I'm lying down with you and the ants." "It's almost like Romeo and Juliet, both willing to die for one another." "Yes." I laughed against his chest. "Exactly like that." "Come bitter conduct! Come unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on. The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark! Here's to my love. O true apothecary!" "Thy drugs are quick," I added in a hoarse whisper as Zane leaned down, tilting my chin toward his lips.

She hesitated. That was her book. As she reached out for it, his hand moved at the same moment. Their fingers touched-just a graze-and a current pulsed between them like the flick of static before a storm. He looked at her.His eyes were grey-blue. Calm. Intense. Searching. "You have good taste," he said, voice low and smooth. Clara felt her heart trip. "Neruda's kind of... essential." He pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the third page, and without looking down, quoted: "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

“‘His eyes met mine, a blaze of untamed desire. The magnetic pull was irresistible. ‘Melissa, you are the moonlight to my darkness.’’” I felt the heat rush to my face, my blush surely a deep crimson color. Suddenly, I felt rather like Daisy when I was teasing her earlier. “Hey, give that back!” I lunged for the book, but he danced away, his laughter echoing in the room. “You can’t be serious, Ella. This is gold!” He jumped onto my bed to evade my next attempt to grab the book, reading another passage. “‘As our lips met, it was as if the heavens themselves parted, blessing our everlasting love.’”