Romance

"He took in the squeaky music, the vulgar and pining melodies, because passion immobilizes good taste and seriously considers what soberly would be thought of as funny and to be resented."

"He pulled away the glove, and at the first glimpse of her fragile, white hand, all thoughts of negotiation fled. "I don't see how matters could become worse," he muttered. "I am already besotted with a needle-tongued, conceited, provoking ape leader of a lady."Her head jerked up. "Besotted? You're nothing like it. Vengeful is more like it. Spiteful."

"I want you to know, chickens aren’t sexy. Not to me.”This was met with silence.“Are you there?” She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. “Cam? Can you hear me?”“Yes, chickens aren’t sexy. Uh…I don’t think they’re meant to be."

"Or you just not ask her."You might as well slit my throat."

"See me just as I see you."

"This is how life works. Deciding whom to love is not an alien form of decision-making, a romantic interlude in the midst of normal life. Instead, decisions about whom to love are more intense versions of the sorts of decisions we make throughout the course of our existence, from what kind of gelato to order to what career to pursue. Living is an inherently emotional business."

"I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found."

"It took me two years to give him all of my heart, and he threw it away in one night."

"You know," Kavita begins, "I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste."No you don't." Nick plainly states. "No man has taste. Besides, I didn't pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that."

"The white lily stands for purity. Artists for centuries have pictured the angel Gabriel coming to the virgin Mary with a spray of lillies in his hand, to announce that she is to be the mother of the Turks."

"I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he"Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him"Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have."

"Lily looks back down at the necklace in her hand that Kavita had given her. "It must have cost a fortune."It did." He confirms. "Though not nearly as much as you're worth."Lily looks up at him. "Don't say that. You hurt me everytime you speak."

"And your green eyes are the color of the hills- the color of my home.' His voice dropped to a whisper. 'Aye, there's something about you, Lindsey Waters."

"She had wanted more than she could have. She had wanted him, and more... she had wanted him to want her. In the name of something bigger than tradition, bolder than reputation, more important than a silly title."

"I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks."

"Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine."Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's."Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt. It broke his heart."

"Suck on this, Edward."

"My name's Sean, Jem. I'm Sean."

"A kiss is only as sweet as the heart that gives it."

"He loves her for everything she is and is not. She’s old enough to appreciate that."