Romantic Quotes Novels & Stories

he said in a whiny voice. “I’ll find you an assignment, in Antarctica or somewhere far,” I said to him with a smile. “You know you could always cut the electricity, light some candles, make it romantic,” he said as I looked at him. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked him. “Nothing, you have no imagination!” he said loudly. “I don’t need to light candles or cut the electricity,” I said. “Women want romance, they want to be swept off their feet, surprise gifts and flowers,” Jett said as he batted his eyelashes at me.

His admiration for me is palpable, and I love him for it. "Continue" I ask. Aaron smiles as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "L'amour peut guérir. Et c'est la seule chose que nous prenons quand nous mourons tu ne seras Nunca seul" he caresses my face with the back of his fingers, enjoying the expressions. "Love can heal. And that's the only thing we take when we die. You'll never be alone" "Mr. Granger, you are a born romantic" I appreciate in admiration.

"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.

It just reminds me that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to beautiful beginnings," she said in a whisper. Greg squeezed her hand, his eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "And sometimes, the most beautiful stories begin with a wrong number or a Princess Belle doll," he continued, his voice husky with love. Their faces were bathed in a golden glow as the sun sank, reflecting their shared love. They celebrated not just Veronica's love story but theirs as well, in that silent moment amid the soft chirp of crickets and the whispers of the wind. They were reminded that extraordinary things can come from the most unlikely of circumstances.

The love he felt for the woman in front of him was out of this world. “Rita Jones, I am usually the romantic one but surprisingly today, I’m at a loss for words. I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives. I promise to do my best to see your beautiful smile every day. My promise to you is that I will give you all the love, love, and love that I have in my heart for you. For me, you were my first in everything and I’m glad that you’re my last. In sickness and in health and in abundant riches, being poor is no longer my portion. Till death do us part. I will always love you.”

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.

“Everything else fades.” She looked at him then, fully—his messy hair, his bare chest, the softness in his jade green eyes. “You know,” she said, tearing off a piece of croissant and offering it to him, “I used to think romance was all about grand gestures.” “And now?” “Now I think it’s about quiet things. Like how you remember I hate tea without mint. And how you always kiss me good morning before I even open my eyes.” Drystan leaned forward, touching his lips gently to hers. “That’s because loving you isn’t something I do. It’s something I am.”

~ Helena ~ I finally finished all the work at 6.10 p.m. Stacy had already finished her work too. So, we were about to go home together and used the bus as our transportation. I took my bouquet. My smile bloomed since Ethan was thoughtful and caring to send the flower. My smile was wider as my mind recalled he sent the rose since the color reminded him of my lips. I touched my lips with my pointer finger and smiled. “It is said not to advise those who fall in love. The quote is true.”

She feels a seismic and comforting wave wash over her, like a warm and enveloping cocoon from deep within the soul. This simple yet potent act of romance was like a tranquil oasis in the vast desert of existence, and it fills her to the brim with an overwhelming sense of being cherished and protected. As his kiss lingers for a precious, heart-fluttering moment, she couldn't help but let a radiant smile adorn her lips, her heart swelling with an inexhaustible wellspring of contentment.

"You became a shoulder that I can lean on, one I would love to be with," "In other words Roman, I love you, I love you so much that it makes me scared of a day I might lose you," "I am addicted to you, yes I never thought I would say this and this was why it took me too long to say it," "But I want you to know, regardless and especially in a romantic gesture," it read, having me cry at her words. How can someone like this want to kill me, it was getting harder to believe and my head was beginning to explode.