Romance Quotes

Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not eny anyone or anything. Love never boasts and it's never proud. Love is not rude, it's not self serving, self absorbed or conceited. Love is no t easily provoked to anger. It doesn't hold grudges nor does it keep records of who was right and who was wrong. Love does not consult with evil instead it rejoices in the truth. Love always protects. Love always trust. Love always hopes. Love always perseveres. And love never fails.

~ Apostle Paul

You are you. You are not a label. As an individual you have a unique place in my heart and mind.

~ Salil Jha

May be its hard for others, but not for me; I am strong enough to deal with it. For my love’ I am ready to sacrifice my pleasures, rest, everything I have and my entire life for nothing in return; not even a single simile and with all that feelings; I am not sure that, “it is love” is it love?

~ Rana Zahid Iqbal

But it's up to us...' he said softly. 'it's up to us not to lose this.

~ Rainbow Rowell

Love is how you treat someone.

~ Rick Cormier

When I feel myself slipping to the darkness of my past, I’ll close my eyes and remember this. Remember Jackson.

~ Stacey Trombley

I'd lost myself in the abyss of someone else's tyranny...again.

~ Cassandra Giovanni

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

~ C.j. Roberts

A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.

~ Helen Oyeyemi

Day and night. Give and take. But never to die. Each have their time.

~ Zechariah Barrett

Rubbing noses with me, she laughed, and I swear the Elysian night sang with the sound of it.

~ Jovee Winters

between you and i, i found just the sky, a sky with a million of stars, but i can see just the moon, not because it's the biggest one but it's the closest and the shiniest between all. so i keep talking to that moon at night, hoping one day will talk with me, before the sun come back or the storm hide all.

~ Nabil Toussi

There is a romance about all those who are abroad in the black hours.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

I've always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe's way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us...they're happening right now, cradled in the palms of our hands. But that doesn't change the fact that the whiskey, weed, and romance eventually runs out and the night will soon turn to day.

~ Dave Matthes

We should live, my Lesbia, and loveAnd value all the talk of stricterOld men at a single penny.Suns can set and rise again;For us, once our brief light has set,There's one unending night for sleeping.Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,Then another thousand, then a second hundred,Then still another thousand, then a hundred;Then, when we've made many thousands,We'll muddle them so as not to knowOr lest some villain overlook usKnowing the total of our kisses.(Translated by Guy Lee)

~ Catullus

Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.

~ Tessa Dare

If you are reading this, I'm dead. Don't celebrate too much. Jesus is watching.

~ Katie Graykowski

You are such a kind and caring man, and so sizzling hot and studly. Please, please don’t go nutty on me.

~ Nicki Elson

If she hasn't learned to appreciate my sterling character and spectacular good looks by this time, it's not likely she will.

~ Elizabeth Peters

Who the hell is that?!Some call her Satan. Others, Beelzebub. She goes by many names.

~ Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Sometimes tomorrow never comes and you’re only left with the memories of yesterdays.

~ Brittainy C. Cherry

A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone's spam filter is just annoying.

~ B.j. Neblett

It had been so long since she’d given herself permission to just feel without thinking, to act without discussing the consequences. And yeah, there would be consequences, she had no doubt.

~ Leah Braemel

Some primal force roared inside him, his possessive streak taking charge. He cupped the back of her head, her hair falling over the back of his hand like silk, and tightened his grip. The moment she softened against him, he took control.

~ Leah Braemel

He crooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted until she met his gaze. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered, and her lips just as full. Only the distress in her eyes was new. At least that was something he could fix

~ Leah Braemel

His thought processes imploded when she grabbed his ass, her nails digging in a way that set his body on fire. He loved the way her breath was hot on his cheek, the way her eyes had gone unfocused and fluttered closed, her lashes resting softly on her cheeks. She was here and for tonight, this weekend, she was his.

~ Leah Braemel

He’d always loved this land, loved how his family had tamed it. It was as much a part of him as his blood. Being involved with him meant moving back here. Being surrounded by bad memories.

~ Leah Braemel

Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the person behind the trigger.

~ Taylor Swift

What was best for Charlotte? The answer was obvious. And for once he needed to overcome his selfish desires. Go home, Charlotte. So thats it? She straightened, her lovely pride stiffening her frame. You are finished with me? Finally? He discarded the glass and moved so quickly across the room, around the furniture, that he saw the surprise that she couldnt hide. No. He touched her chin, made her meet his eyes. I would never be finished with you, Charlotte Something far more contorted than simple confusion graced her face. Roman. And her voice was soft, questioning. Do you think you might come to love me? If you werent ...giving...me back? Someday? Just a little? He was frozen. Absolutely frozen. He couldnt speak a word. She lifted her chin a notch and pressed a soft kiss to his lips at his nonresponse. And still he remained frozen. He saw her walk to the door and grab Bills arm. Heard their footsteps filing down the hall. Leaving. Leaving. Never hearing his whisper that he already did.

~ Anne Mallory

Yes, I just…” Should I be honest and sound like a complete loser? Oh why the hell not? “I have not had a kiss like that in a while.” I licked my lips.He looked me dead in the eye. “Good.” A wave of silence crashed over us. I didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, I better get going. See you soon?”I nodded dumbly. “Mmm-hmm.” He smiled and began to walk away. I couldn’t just let him go! “Declan!”He turned. “Yes, Cake?”Come on, brain! Think of something! “What should I wear? I mean, what kind of place is Shellshock?” Yes, yes, that was fine… damage averted.“California casual.”“Oh, ok.” I think I knew what that meant. Spend three hours getting ready to make it look like you just threw any-ol’-thing on. “Have a nice night.”He flicked his head my way. “You too.” Then he was gone.And then I was sad.It was ridiculous. Preposterous, even. I was going to have to come clean about the ring- eventually. I hoped he didn’t bring it up because I would probably tell the poor guy my life story to get to why the ring he bought meant so much to me.

~ Nicole Castro

You are a man with secrets...and I plan to know them all.

~ Pauline Creeden

He stops rocking and looks into my eyes. We’re inches apart and I’m mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes. A girl could drown in those eyes. And it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.

~ Lisa Daily

She was wrapped in my jacket, almost swallowed by it. You never realize how small a woman is until she wears your clothes.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt

As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in the autumn, pushing off the almond, auburn, sugar-yellow and apple-red leaves into the creek, providing rafts for dragonflies. In winter, the snow upon the wood became an eerie deep, and the occasional gliding of an owl would be spotted from our bedroom. Then, to spend an afternoon walking in a snowy wood and find a scarlet red cardinal perched on a white limb, you would think God arranged that picture just for you.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt

I hope you know that when you’re happy, or sad, or joyful, when you’re melancholy on spring days, or rainy nights, or autumn evenings, I’d be right there with you, watching the leaves change. And during cold winters by the popping and cracking of a chimney fire, as the snow powders the limbs of the cedars, I’d be there, with you, lying beside you when you wake up and when you go to sleep. And I’d never abandon you. I’d be there for you when you need me. And starting now, I’ll be there for you as long as my time on earth shall last. All you ever have to do is tell me what you want or need and I’ll provide that for you, if it’s within my power. I swear I’ll love you the rest of my life.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt

Yellow swallowtail butterflies, with their charcoal striped wings, were all over the wildflowers. The woodpeckers rattled away in the trees. Two weeks ago, those sounds were annoying to me, but now, it sounds more like a song. I stopped to ask myself what was wrong with me, for everything to be so awesome in the world, and then I remembered. So this is what being in love is like.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt

I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt

Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting. Forgiveness is you not letting your hate and anger rule your life. Because it will, whether you realize it or not. When you free the offender, you’re freeing yourself. Your forgiveness or lack of forgiveness has no effect on them. It’s your journey. It’s your struggle.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt

Eden hid her smile in my hand and leaned down and kissed me. I took her face in my hand, her velvety skin like energy against my fingertips. Her love for her family and for people who were hurting all collided with her stunning beauty and made her irresistible. I kissed her forehead, her cheek, her neck, and her chin. Our noses touched, and she drew a shaky breath. Her hair hung around my face, creating a veil that hid us from the world.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt

She shook her head, and we parted, kissing, as the first beams from the sun burst forth behind us. When I returned to my bedroom, the scent of her hair remained on my pillow. For the first time in my life, at the age of twenty-five, I was in love.

~ James Russell Lingerfelt