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“You were always mine. -Black”
― L.J. Shen, Vicious

“My breath catches, responding to an unfamiliar pull in my chest, an ache in my soul. I shouldn’t miss him, but I do; this boy who had every right to pull that trigger, and instead threw himself between me and death. This boy, the only one who believes I’m not what they say I am what I believed I was; a soldier without a soul, a girl with no heart to break. He’s the only one who’s proved me wrong.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“I'm supposed to push a loose strand of hair out of your face, then let my hand linger on your cheek, or isn't that how, like, every other kissing scene in those books you read goes?" He gently tucked that piece of hair behind my ear and let his fingers slide down to tilt my chin up until my eyes met his. "Well?”
― Isabel Bandeira, Bookishly Ever After

“What do you want, Alvaro?
- Kristine
Ikaw. Marry me.
- Alvaro”
― Martha Cecilia, Kristine Series 11: Wild Rose

“...¡Querer que yo no la vea!¡Querer que no me le acerque, es pedir al pájaro que no cante, al sol que no alumbre, a la mariposa que no busque la luz, a los ojos que no vean, al corazón que no ame, al alma que no sienta, a mí, que no sea humano!”
― Lucila Gamero de Medina, Blanca Olmedo

“See, the institutions and specialist, experts, you see. Yes, yes,
experts, indeed. See, they would have us believe that there is an order
to art. An explanation. Humans are odd creatures in that way. Always
searching for a formula. Yes, a formula to create an expected norm for
unexplainable greatness. A cook book you might say. Yes, a recipe
book for life, love, and art. However, my dear, let me tell you. Yes,
there is no such thing. Every individual is unique in their own design,
as intended by God himself. We classify, yes, always must we classify,
for if not, then we would be lost, yes lost now wouldn't we?
Classification, order, expectations, but alas, we forget. For what is art,
if not the out word expression of an artist. It is the soul of the artisan
and if his expectations are met, than who are we to judge whether his
work be art or not?”
― Cristina Marrero, The Unsung Love Story

“Our relationship was a lot like underwear in a dryer without a static control sheet. One minute we were floating through life, buoyant and carefree. The next we were attached at the crotch.”
― darynda Jones

“-Nosotros,querrás decir -me corrigió mientras reía-.Si tu don estuviera en libertad, brillarías como yo lo hago cuando estás contigo.”
― Joss Stirling, Finding Sky

“Its ok to be afraid to fall in love, because without being afraid of it you won,t find the happiness of being loved”
― Premjit Lourembam

“Ah, aku bingung bagaimana besok akan menghadapinya. Cukupkah dengan anggukan saja atau dengan sebuah pelukan. Lansung menjawab iya atau memutar-mutar jawaban terlebih dahulu untuk jawaban serupa. Perlukah kata-kata puitis atau cukup dengan percakapan biasa. Cinta ini benar-benar membiusku, Ry.

(Goresan Cinta, Dunia Tanpa Huruf R)”
― Yoza Fitriadi, Dunia Tanpa Huruf R

“My whole fuckin' world was grey until you came along and set it ablaze.”
― Anne Malcom, Firestorm

“10 August, 1939
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Confession: I am nineteen years old, and I’ve been kissed many times. But I’ve never been kissed like that.
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It felt like drowning but not needing to breathe. Like falling but never hitting the ground. Even now, my hands are shaking, and my heart is so swollen and fat it feels like it’s going to burst, or I’m going to burst. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I want to bury my head in my pillow and scream until I fall asleep, because maybe when I go to sleep I can relive it.
I can’t believe it happened, yet I think I’ve been waiting for it to happen for the last seven years, ever since I conned Angelo into kissing me the first time. I’ve been waiting for him for so long, and for a couple of hours tonight, in a little world that was only big enough for the two of us, he was mine.
But I don’t know if I will be able to keep him. I’m afraid when tomorrow comes, I’ll be waiting for him again.
Eva Rosselli”
― Amy Harmon, From Sand and Ash

“I'm conscious this could be rather burdensome to hear, but you remain the thing I have most chosen for myself. The things that's most exclusively mine. The one that brings me the deepest joy.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Every seat next to me is reserved for my wife, and my wife only.”
― M.Pamela

“...Una extraña sensación recorrió mi cuerpo y esa cercanía me dio sensaciones queâ€� No sabía que podía sentirlas. Mi cuerpo había reaccionado de una manera que no conocía y sentí que todos mis músculos, —aún de los que no tenía conocimientoâ€�, se habían activado al sentirlo tan cerca. ¡Dios que mirada tan intensa! Nunca olvidaré la belleza de sus ojos, había encendido mi ser como nunca antes alguien lo había hecho, eran del más perfecto azul cristalino que haya visto.”
― Itxa Bustillo

“Why is itâ€� that temptations of the world seem to be stronger than romance? Is it because of biological imperative of reproduction; so wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am has to take precedence? And your prospect Special Guy finally appears to be nothing more than cheap imitation of things that might have been?”
― Gina Wings, Secrets of a Perfect Hair Color: Adventures of an Urban Woman

“In a black and white world, Chase and I would never end up together—our mothers had ensured that—but in that small bathroom, under the harsh fluorescent lights, we dragged each other deeper into the gray—the messy, guilt-ridden space that sat between right and wrong.”
― R.S. Grey, Chasing Spring

“But I was also told to hold doors for women and children, to shake hands with a firm grip, to remember people's names, and to always give the customer a little more than expected.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride

“some people just are not meant to stay in your LIFE forever & thats ok! because some just dont "deserve" it! Those Are The Ones - (G-Swiss)”
― g swiss

“You are all the colours in one, at full brightness”
― theodore finch

“Nem parece que está a patinar, parece que está a flutuar. Não consigo tirar os olhos dela. - Icebreaker (pg 101)”
― Hannah Grace