Romance

"I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip away from me again."

"The kiss is different than I expected. It’s slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered sugar I spilt and the coffee with chicory he’s always drinking. It’s a perfect first kiss."

"Morgan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right,” she sighed, “We should probably wait.” Owen drew back, and she could feel him studying her. She waited as long as she could stand it before she opened her eyes and grinned. He chuckled, low in his throat, a predatory gleam in hi"

"Edward chuckled into her"

"Men still think women will like who they are, not realizing: it's what they can do for a woman that sets the man apart."

"If you are going to write a book,Make sure it is going to be worth reading ."

"Now whenever I left class to go to the boys' room, I worried that I would end up on the blue tiled floor in a puddle of piss and blood."

"I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a while."

"Once again I felt light-headed, but this time it wasn't from the scent of lilacs; it was from the scent of my own death."

"Oh, get off it with that. So sensitive about language. Mate, love, nest, whatever. Point is, it stinks, especially when it goes bad. I get wanting to run away."

"Memories of lost love they do enpain,Fleeting images of what once was never again to gain. Hold tight those memories that slip through the mind, To walk in those fields again with her—a dream divined. Oh to be with that lost Valkyrie forevermore again,To hold her hand delicate until the last world’s end. To be at peace once amore in deep loving soul,Husband to wife in embracing hold. How he loved her so, but she was now gone,Leaf to the wind, heart tossed and tumbled torn. Memories like arrows stick deep—ohhh so deep,Shafts of pain and joy assail the soul’s lonely keep. --Angel-Heart, Ch. 22 Valley of the Damned"

"How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness."

"I thought I would write a love letter. But then, I wrote a book." - Suzy Davies, on "Johari's Window"

"You’re different, and I know that’s probably the most cliché response ever given, but it’s the truth. When I look at you, it’s as if I’m reading a novel. No matter how much time I spend studying your pages, there will always be more for me to learn, deeper layers of complexity to baffle me, and plot twists that’ll leave me speechless."

"If a boy can manage to have coffee with me during the apocalypse, I know he cares. There’s not a speck of doubt in my mind. He must care."

"I love lying here with you, under the books."

"She died without us by her side, and now, we are left with the scars. In time, perhaps they will fade, but for now, they're still hauntingly there reminding us of the loss and pain."

"He fell in love with the way she fell in love with everything besides him."

"It has been long since thinking humanity has learnt that love is a majestic creation of the brain, yet that knowledge hasn’t made love be deemed any less glorious. Then why should it threaten the religious believer to learn that divinity as well is a natural creation of the brain!"

"Now you know that the fascinating phenomenon of love has nothing to do with the supernatural entity known as Cupid, but everything to do with neurochemistry. Likewise, divinity is a cerebral creation, not a supernatural one. And it has been long since thinking humanity has learnt that love is a majestic creation of the brain, yet that knowledge hasn’t made love be deemed any less glorious. Then why should it threaten the religious believer to learn that divinity as well is a natural creation of the brain!"