Romance

"There is no law stronger than that ofmagic. - Kian"

"I look for you in every life, but I don't always find you. And sometimes I find you too late."

"Like a shot from a movie, the morning sun shone brilliantly around him like a god—his dark hair glinted warmly in the light, and his eyes gleamed bluer than the south Pacific Ocean. Taylor's mind went blank. And suddenly, she couldn't remember why the hell she ever had been angry with Jason Andrews. But then he spoke."Sleeping in this morning, Ms. Donovan" he drawled. Moment over."

"Sonetimes the hardest person to forgive is yourself."

"She’d felt it before, she felt it now: the pull to fall in with him, to fall into him, to lose her sense of self."

"No, this, she felt, was real life and if she wasn’t as curious or passionate as she had once been, that was only to be expected. It would be inappropriate, undignified, at thirty-eight, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour and intensity of a twenty-two-year-old. Falling in love like that? Writing poetry, crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photo-booths, taking a whole day to make a compilation tape, asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or T. S. Eliot or, God forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them? Ridiculous, at thirty-eight, to expect a song or book or film to change your life. No, everything had evened out and settled down and life was lived against a general background hum of comfort, satisfaction and familiarity. There would be no more of these nerve-jangling highs and lows. The friends they had now would be the friends they had in five, ten, twenty years’ time. They expected to get neither dramatically richer or poorer; they expected to stay healthy for a little while yet. Caught in the middle; middle class, middle-aged; happy in that they were not overly happy. Finally, she loved someone and felt fairly confident that she was loved in return. If someone asked Emma, as they sometimes did at parties, how she and her husband had met, she told them:‘We grew up together."

"A muffled voice startled them both. her"They pulled away. In the ballroom windows, noses and hands pressed against the glass, were the girls. They stood among the prickly rosebushes, beaming wicked little grins. Delphinium and Eve whispered and giggled to each other; Bramble wore a magnificent grin on her face and a spark of light in her yellow-green eyes. Another figure stood among them. This one had his arms folded across his chest, stiff and firm and formal... Yet he did not look displeased."

"Beh reaches up and touches my cheek.“Love,” she whispers.“Luffs!” I respond, and her smile brightens even more. Without a doubt, I will do anything for her."

"I can't take anything you don't give me. Stop giving me power over your life."

"And your life,' Katie said to Christy, 'is turning into a rather predictable romance. Girl meets boy. Boy is a dork for four years. Girl blossoms into a gorgeous woman. Boy finds his brain. Girl turns into starry-eyed mush head."

"It is as if Quincey has replaced the sun in my universe and it is around him that I spin."

"I'm glad you escaped, Kyra," Fred said, looking serious again. "And that I found you."Me too," Kyra said, glancing up at him. "It wouldn't have been much of a life trying to live in the dumbwaiter."Fred leaned down and kissed Kyra full on the lips. Kyra pulled away. "How do you know I'm interested in you? Just because you've decided I'm worth hanging around for doesn't mean I feel the same way."Fred cocked his head at her. "Really"Oh, okay," Kyra said. Then she kissed him back."

"Don’t call me babe. I’m not a floozy. Or a freaking talking pig."

"Because I don’t believe that you are a slave to what you’ve become. I don’t believe that you simply can’t."

"For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room."

"When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss."

"Bellamy took Clarke’s hand, then leaned in and whispered, “Should we go check on your parents?” She turned to him and tilted her head to the side. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be meeting my parents?” she teased. “After all, we’ve been dating less than a month.” “A month in Earth time is like, ten years in space time, don’t you think?” Clarke nodded. “You’re right. And I suppose that means that I can’t get mad at you if you decide to call it off after a few months, because that’s really a few decades.” Bellamy wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close. “I want to spend eons with you, Clarke Griffin.”She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek. “Glad to hear it, because there’s no going back now. We’re here for good."

"There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other,' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't."

"My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey."

"She said it was beautiful to be loved, and that it made everything on earth look brighter."