Na Romance Quotes
It's not that he hated the wooden cube. It's what was inside it that he didn't like.
I’m an idiot for trying to avoid these feelings because they have caused me pain in the past.
In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.
Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.
Only the ocean kept the same rhythm. Crashing in and slowly pulling back out, it never lied, never changed. It tried to teach them a life of romantic consistency.
She may never be someone ANYONE can understand. But she will always be worth the wait.
Do you get a percentage for every soul you corrupt or is this just how you get your kicks?” I enquired.“Take it as a compliment. I only try to corrupt people I like.
Spooky things, people, places, scents and sounds together or alone can create a powerful adrenalin rush and it floods the senses.
If it's any consolation, Princess, I think he's a supercilious, salacious sap.""You've been reading the dictionary!""My only hope of comprehending your conversation, my petite sesquipedalian.
She'd always despised the whole other woman thing, but here she was, entertaining the possibility.
I only swing for one girl. But if she's into a certain kind of kink, who am I to deny her such pleasantries?"~ Luke Wagner
Where you been, girl?” Harvey answered. “I’ve been sendin’ you twits for the last hour.
Violet Lynn Parker, you’d better spill or I’ll start bellowing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
I’m not ‘stubborn.’”“Oh, really?”Lifting my chin, I said, “I’m determined.” (Violet to Doc)
I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.
It's not compromise if it doesn't sting just a little bit on both sides, now is it?
And you were always nothing but slime, Henry Wallace. Fancy trash
She never imagined that at twenty years old she'd already be a widow in black. On the bright side, she was no longer married to Dario, but her future still looked grim.
What if I don't believe in magic, Finn?That's stupid, how can you not believe in magic, Coop? It's everywhere.
You did say something I found offensive yesterday.What was that?I believe the word you used was friends.
I smile, she blushes.I smirk, she slaps me on the arm, softly.I breathe, because it's easy around her.
Do you know the story?No, Finn, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.
You don't smile enough, Coop.I smile, I tell her defensively. She puts a hand on my shoulder and squares off with me.But not like you mean it.
Three guys and a girl were leaning against a black raised pickup ... I had to do a double take as this group was nothing like I had ever seen before.
I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.And buried.
His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless.Anonymous.
My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.
In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre
He had learned Lesson One: Let French women tell you what they want.
Colorful characters are the odd shaped pieces that fill the holes in life's puzzle.
Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.
I feel like I've been ironing all day in high heels and no brassiere. ~Tizzy Donovan, Laid Out and Candle Lit
To kiss then was the most natural thing in the world. To explore, to taste, to find out. Katie did find out. When they parted from each other, the world was that much more of a beautiful thing.
I'd rather be stung to death by a bunch of piss ants. ~Synola Harper, You're Busting My Nuptials
I swear, when that woman dies, she'll be deader than everybody else.~Pattiecake from Laid Out and Candle Lit
It would be, like all of Pammy's parties, hot and crowded and filled with impossibly glamorous people with hip bones so sharp they could qualify as concealed weapons.
Girls, we're fiction editors--we know how to plot, and we know how to cover our tracks. We can teach Jerry Key a lesson he'll never forget.
The biggest lie women tell themselves about men: When I get what I want, I will be happy.
I’d rather be a hopeless romantic than a skeptic, because while the hopeless romantic may get burned many times, the skeptic will never really experience love.
I though I screwed everything up, " I say.He smiles. "You're only one person. In the whole universe. You can't screw everything up.
