Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Sometimes, love was not enough.
I'm not entirely sure why I write.
Kisses should not leave you satisfied.
why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?
Silent mantra practice helps me respond rather than react.
I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.
Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.
If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.
And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone.
If you think back to your time as a teenager, everything was dramatic.
It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.
I feel able to comfort myself emotionally, and this keeps my heart open.
When it comes to love, the English language bears no shortage of cliches.
Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently
I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead
I practice loving-kindness meditation, which cultivates compassion and equanimity.
We are a motley bunch. But we more than make up for it with tenacity." ~ Ralston to Simon
She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.
I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself.
The trick to great romance is in overcoming adversity. In realizing that love is worth some uphill climbs.
This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening
Alas, summer sun can't last forever. The days will grow cooler and shorter, and our skin will once again pale.
I think we can all agree that Colin Firth falls into the George Clooney category of 'Men Who Age Like Fine Wine.'
..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.
You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.
It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.
And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.
He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!
There is a whole generation of romance readers and writers who suffer from what I like to think of as 'Thorn Birds' Fever.
Even in 2014, when romance heroes are as varied as their genre, somewhere in them you can still always find the alpha male.
He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.
Critics seem to forget that every love story is different - that there is uniqueness in even the most commonplace of matches.
You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
The best romance writers know there's nothing that builds conflict or makes a gentleman of a rogue more quickly than responsibility.
do not like this taste for adventure you have developed, sister.” “I am afraid I cannot guarantee I shall be rid of it anytime soon.
The best partnerships aren't dependent on a mere common goal but on a shared path of equality, desire, and no small amount of passion.
Truth is irrelevant. What is relevant is whether or not they believe it." The logic in the words grated. "The first rule of scoundrels?
So what's your second suggestion?" "Tread lightly." "That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?" "All right, tread very lightly.
Love isn't one-sided and selfish.It is full and generous and life-altering in the best of ways.Love does not destroy, Gabriel.It creates.
Of all the myriad ways we define love, there is perhaps none more honest and powerful than this: Great love is rooted in great partnership.
By the time I was 10 or 12, I had discovered the lure of the romance genre - and the dusty copy of 'The Thorn Birds' on my parents' bookshelf.
In real life, I'd say that your commitment-phobe/narcissist/bad boy boyfriend is a lost cause, but romance is shelved in fiction for a reason.
As winter approaches - bringing cold weather and family drama - we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth.
Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa. A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.
I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.
Benedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldn’t quite discern which.
How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him
My whole life . . . two and two has made four.”... “But now . . . it’s all gone wrong.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t make four anymore. It makes you.
As for the zone, I always find the zone immediately after I am sure I will never ever find the zone again because it has left me for some other, better writer.
So, are you... intrigued ... by Stanhope?" "Intrigued by him?" "Indeed. Do you find him ..." he paused. "Intriguing?" she teased. He sent her an exasperated look.