Then again, there’s nothing simple about Will. I think back to what he can do—bend earth, resist shading, his immense strength—and it’s glaringly inaccurate to consider him a human. But then I can’t think of...

so many emotions cascaded through me.I was embarrassed. I was humiliated. I was confused. I was conflicted. I was enraptured. I was hurt. I was traumatised. I was in heat. I was spellbound.I was so...

He hesitates, then says, “You don’t think Otter… gets offended by what I say?” He begins to speak faster. “I mean, I don’t care who Otter sleeps with. I don’t care that he’s a fa-...

Please spend the night with me.

I blink rapidly, breaking our reverie and force myself to focus on something,anything, other than his beauty. Or his body. A body I want pressed against mine, limbs and tongues twisted and tangled, our flesh...

I wanted to get you flowers but none of the flower shops are open at this hour. I checked six all-night variety stores before finding any at all and this was the best of the-“”They’re...

Put McCall and I together and nothing can stop us.” …That’s what he wanted. A woman to stand by him and conquer whatever they set their mind to.

The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall

I hope this might be forever.

Ah, lust. It makes us forget anything we want to. The greatest relaxant, the greatest stimulant.

I don’t deserve you. I’m not made for relationships. I know I’m going to fuck this up. I’m going to drive you away or do something to hurt you, and you’ll be added to my...

Only when you see the flower for what it is, you can see it’s true beauty

Pain is an old friend who left briefly and has now returned. Starvation without sustenance, I had grown acquaint. Satiety was a stranger who invaded my deepest being, and now I cannot live without.

E’ la possibilità, non la garanzia, quella che mi fa andare avanti. Una specie di scomessa da parte mia. E chiamatemi pure pazzo, o sognatore o quel che vi pare, io credo che tutto sia...

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like...

I’ve a need for knowing what potion you mixed with these, lass.” The rich baritone of his voice washed over her with a mesmerizing quality. She liked the sound. A lot. ‘Twas deep and majestic,...

You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

Men need women. Women need men.

The second he slipped inside of me, all I’d doubted, questioned, or feared evaporated, leaving me with one single, definite truth–I’d fallen in love with him in an all-consuming blaze that would blind me if...

His mouth seizes mine. Consuming me. Devouring me. My body moves against his. Harder. Faster. Take me. Take all of me…

She had a hand on his belt, ready to show him exactly what she had in mind for the night, when he lowered to his knees between her legs, his hands spanning her ribs. Nervousness...

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

La vida de Henry era tan frágil como la de Xander o la de mi madre, y sentí que empezaba a resquebrajarme. Me abrumaba tener que luchar sola por él. Henry se había quedado en...

Yet I am stuck in the idea of romance, a dreamer; I want to actually fall in love with a man, then marry him

I am no nihilist. I am not even a cynic. I am, actually, rather romantic. And here’s my idea of romance: You will soon be dead. Life will sometimes seem long and tough and, god,...

Be careful who you allow into your bed, and more importantly your heart.

I plunged into him, kissing him like I was flame and he was wood, our tongues igniting

My words are the kisses but many of the times they don’t taste so good as the touch of your lips does to mine.

My heart sped up at the change in him. It was rare that I saw the hard-faced version of Preston standing in front on me. I was used to funny, pain-in-the-ass Preston. Easy-going Preston. The...

Brooke was always my summer. She’ll always be my summer. And I had already made my choice a long time ago. Loving Brooke was what I was made to do.

Be careful. He uses that line on all the girls.

My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant.

Marry me. You’ll learn to love me, I promise.

Do you love me?” I asked gravely. The corners of his lips tugged up ever so slightly. “Love is such a mortal word

Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilitiesand no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood, with a willing and nubile young wife waiting...

Romance is not the giving of flowers, or any other gift. It is a way of life, a way of being. Romance is every thought, gesture, and deed on your part to make another feel...

Nous avons accepté la règle du jeu, le jeu nous forme à son image. Le Sahara, c’est en nous qu’il se montre. L’aborder ce n’est point visiter l’oasis, c’est faire notre religion d’une fontaine.

It’s yours.

Every black ounce of it. Scars and all.

Why have you been staring at me ever since we met? Because I’m not the Gail Wynand you’d heard about. You see, I love you. And love is exception-making. If you were in love you’d...

Apparently Super Max was pretty content with taking care of half the town, such was his wonderfulness.

An editorial in the Los Angeles Times [1923] wistfully asked, ‘Will eating chestnuts by crackling log fires become one of the lost arts preserved by a devoted people only in poetry and romance?

On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.

He shivered beneath her touch, and his jaw clenched. It pleased her. Her longing rose to the surface, and an unfamiliar emotion overcame her. It swam beneath her skin, lighting little flickers of recognition. It...

How did you know it was love?” “It never really hurt this much before.

Thick pulse and dizziness make his head light and stomach turn. He really can’t feel his fingers, or knees for that matter. But everything settles down again—almost as if it were always meant to—when his...

Everything that ever happened to me that was important happened in the desert.

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn’t enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again–emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn’t Poe be his?

It is better to take the other road, even if it’s longer. Get a car, maybe” Green Eyes

Tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice.