Romances Quotes

“As you wish...”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“selama dia bahagia aku pun bahagia sesederhana itu”
― Ilana Tan, Autumn in Paris

“The clothes you're wearing, the room, the house, the city that you're in. Everything in it started out in the human imagination. Your lives, your personalities, your whole world. All invented. All made up. All the wars, the romances. The masterpieces and the machines. And there's nothing here but a funny little twist of amino acids, playing a marvelous game of pretend.”
― Alan Moore, Promethea, Vol. 5

“I’ve been asking you to marry me since we met! What more do you want?”
― Chayada Welljaipet, Eternal Love

“I can see the stars in your eyes from a mile away. They guide me to you just like the North Star.”

Then he bent his head and kissed her – a long, sweet kiss under moonbeams that caressed them both lovingly.”
― Kelly Curry, Happily Ever Afton

“You should really stay true to your own style. When I first started writing, everybody said to me, 'Your style just isn't right because you don't use the really flowery language that romances have.' My romances - compared to what's out there - are very strange, very odd, very different. And I think that's one of the reasons they're selling.”
― Jude Deveraux

“The curves of his smile become the waves in my ocean.”
― Stephanie Dray, Daughters of the Nile

“Excuse me?”
The librarian looked up again.
“I need help now. I need to print this article and . . . do you have any books about dukes?”
The librarian’s eyes went wide and she rubbed her hands together with glee. “We have a fantastic romance section,” she said. “Do you need recommendations? How do you like your dukes? Grumpy? Tortured? Alpha, beta, or alpha in the streets, beta in the sheets?”
“Actually, I meant nonfiction,” Portia said glumly.
The librarian sighed. “Aye. Just a warning, love—the non-fic dukes are not nearly as fun.”
― Alyssa Cole, A Duke by Default

“He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was.”
― Emily Jane Trent, Dark Desire

“The sun light up a drop of dew
The drop of dew soon dries
You are the light of my eyes, my eyes
I'm brought to life by you ...”
― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

“I imagine I should have told it to you before? I love you, Sejal.I wish for you to become my wife.Recently I’ve also opened a shop in North Dakota and thinking that, just maybe, you love me too.”
― Chayada Welljaipet , Eternal Love

“Os romances nunca serão totalmente imaginários nem totalmente reais. Ler um romance é confrontar-se tanto com a imaginação do autor quanto com o mundo real cuja superfície arranhamos com uma curiosidade tão inquieta. Quando nos refugiamos num canto, nos deitamos numa cama, nos estendemos num divã com um romance nas mãos, nossa imaginação passa a trafegar o tempo entre o mundo daquele romance e o mundo no qual ainda vivemos. O romance em nossas mãos pode nos levar a um outro mundo onde nunca estivemos, que nunca vimos ou de que nunca tivemos notícia. Ou pode nos levar até as profundezas ocultas de um personagem que, na superfície, parece semelhante às pessoas que conhecemos melhor. Estou chamando atenção para cada uma dessas possibilidades isoladas porque há uma visão que acalento de tempos em tempos que abarca os dois extremos. Às vezes tento conjurar, um a um, uma multidão de leitores recolhidos num canto e aninhados em suas poltronas com um romance nas mãos; e também tento imaginar a geografia de sua vida cotidiana. E então, diante dos meus olhos, milhares, dezenas de milhares de leitores vão tomando forma, distribuídos por todas as ruas da cidade, enquanto eles lêem, sonham os sonhos do autor, imaginam a existência dos seus heróis e vêem o seu mundo. E então, agora, esses leitores, como o próprio autor, acabam tentando imaginar o outro; eles também se põem no lugar de outra pessoa. E são esses os momentos em que sentimos a presença da humanidade, da compaixão, da tolerância, da piedade e do amor no nosso coração: porque a grande literatura não se dirige à nossa capacidade de julgamento, e sim à nossa capacidade de nos colocarmos no lugar do outro.”
― Orhan Pamuk

“What sustains in the end are doomed romances, and nicotine, and crappy peanut butter, damn the additives and cholesterol because life is finite and not all nourishment can be measured.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“And you don’t even need to say anything. I’m screwed up. I don’t know how any of this works anymore than you do. But I do believe you’re worth every second it would take to figure it out,” Mason said, a smile taking over his features.”
― Holly Hood, Run

“Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea

“(...)mais que o cinema ou a televisão, os romances permitiam viver coisas para as quais uma vida só não bastava.”
― Arturo Pérez-Reverte em "A Rainha do Sul"

“I read your diary. I KNOW”
― Mary Papas, 14 Twisted Tales To Enthrall

“Free," Amanda said. "I'd never thought I'd say this to you of all people, but are your nerves overwrought?"
"No," Free wrung her hands together. "My nerves are neither over- not underwrought. They are wrought to the precise degree demanded by this situation."
Amanda snorted in disbelief.
"The situation," Free admitted, "is one of both dreadful confusion and enormous anticipation.”
― Courtney Milan, The Suffragette Scandal

“I’ve said before that I’m pretty sure Joni knows I’m harboring a secret crush on one of the guys. In fact, she probably knows it’s Sam. She grew up with us, too. I'm sure she’s seen the way I act around him. Maybe she’s pretended not to notice in order to spare my feelings. But that would go against her God-given instincts to tell me what to do, which would probably be to forget Sam Morneau altogether.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Boy Band

“One dies today, Walker. Lucky for you, you get to choose. Izzy or Camilla. Who will it be? The suspense is killing me.”
― Natalie Acres, When Heaven Looks Like a Cowboy: A Serialized Western Contemporary Romance

“The crack shot was like a sonic boom as an intermediate caliber rifle was used to take a life. Izzy wheeled around in a circle, holding her head with both hands as her screams kept coming.”
― Natalie Acres, When Heaven Looks Like a Cowboy: A Serialized Western Contemporary Romance

“A war was coming to Heaven. And he would meet their enemy before they ever made it to the gates.”
― Natalie Acres, When Heaven Looks Like a Cowboy: A Serialized Western Contemporary Romance