443 Quotes About New-adult-romance

She raises her hands to sign, then drops them. She does not know what to say.That is fine. I know what I wish to tell her. "You are my heart, always. I can wait for you to realize that.

My brother Sessah races forward, and I grab him just as he flings himself at Lilah and I. I swing him in the air, grinning. “Little brother, do not knock down my mate!”“I want to say hello,” he calls out, waving happily at Li-lah. He makes a new gesture, one that makes my heart swell with pride. Welcome home, he signs to Li-lah, and then looks at me. “Did I do it right?”I rumple his messy hair and set him down. “You did well.

I love you too, Maddie, but I love being here. I love Rokan. I love all of this and it feels exciting to me. I want to keep learning and growing stronger. And I’m sorry if you don’t like it here, but that doesn’t mean I want to leave. There is nothing back on Earth that holds a candle to what I’ve got with Rokan. Nothing.

You should have stayed with your sister.”“Why? She doesn’t need me.” I tilt my head, studying him. “You don’t need me, either, not really. I’m not going to lie—I’m probably going to be shitty company on this trip. I’m going to be slow as molasses, and I’m not very strong. But you do need a friend…and I can be that for you.”He covers the hands I have on his cheeks with his own, and then lifts my hands to kiss each palm. “Are we just friends, Mah-dee? You know you have my heart.

I mean this is the kind of love people dream about, poets write sonnets for, and well it's the kind of love that keeps people from losing faith in humanity and encourages people to believe that true love still exists and it's still powerful and still wonderful. (Quote from a reviewer of Loving Lily Lavender)

I try not to react, but I must fail because Gabriel turns to look at me. “The world needs both butterflies and lions. One is not better than the other. They're both beautiful and brave in their own ways.”His hand covers mine as it fiddles with the blades of grass. “Ava.” I look up. “I do not wish you were a lion any more than I would have wished her to be a butterfly.

I'm a poet who has lost his words." He looks across the street, but not before I catch the dull glint of shame in his eyes."Where did you lose them?" I ask, gentling my tone.He turns back to me. When he speaks, his voice is so small that I have to lean closer to hear it. "The same place I lost myself.

Five years, huh?” Derek sighs with a shake of his head. “It feels like it’s been forever.”“Yeah,” I agree thoughtfully, “it does…

Oh my gosh!” Delanie gasps, interrupting my thoughts. “I just realized something that you probably haven’t thought of yet, Britt.”“Yeah?” I ask with a slight laugh. “What’s that?”“Who Blake’s best man is going to be,” she states in a matter-of-fact way. “Do you think he’ll ask Connors?