Enemies To Lovers Romance Quotes

Her taste was addicting, like the sun, the stars, music, everything he loved all rolled up into one kiss. ~ Kate Kisset

At this rate, he'd be able to spend quality time with her for a whole day without flipping his gourd when he was ninety. Something to look forward to. ~ Kelly Moran

I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn's full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body ... her smoking body bared only for me. ~ Stephanie Witter

Walter Lucas, you're going to marry me. And you're getting epically laid as soon as we get home. ~ Heidi Cullinan

I can trace every romance of my life back to a meal. My memories are enhanced by the tender morsels had at tables across from lovers, on blankets with friends who'd eventually become more, in banquets, barbecues, and breakfasts. ~ Stephanie Klein

His fingers unhooked from hers, following that same path up her arm, and then back down it again. The feeling was so distracting, so good, so sweet against her clammy skin. She didn't choose a piece from her repertoire; Etta gave herself over to the notes that started streaming through her mind, rising from somewhere deep inside of her.

The melody of her heart had no name; it was quick, and light. It rolled with the waves, falling as the breath left his chest, rising as he inhaled. It was the rain sliding down the glass; the fog spreading its fingers over the water. The creaking of a ship's great body. The secrets whispered by the wind, and the unseen life that moved below.

It was the flame against the candle.

Nicholas's arm was a map of hard muscles and delicate sinews, heartbreakingly perfect. She wondered if he could hear her humming the piece against his skin over the droning roars overhead. Maybe. His free hand skimmed up her skin, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake.

With the world blacked out around them, she could catalog all over her senses, capture this moment in the warm darkness forever. He brushed back the loose hair across her forehead, cheek, the corner of her lips, her jaw, and she knew it had to be the same for him, that they'd never been so aware of another person in their entire lives.

She released his arm, and he drew it up around her, guiding both of them down so they were on their sides, their hea ~ Alexandra Bracken

Despite his intent, tears sprang to his eyes, and he went into her embrace, both of them sobbing freely, like enemies joined by a common loss or lovers about to be parted. Or else souls who could not remember whether they were lovers or enemies and were weeping at their own confusion. ~ Clive Barker

I've learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I've learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head. ~ Zoe Marriott

What's it like to live forever?
Nicholas almost dropped the glass he had been holding. "What?"
"What's it like to know you will never die?"
He should have known, he thought. She was a smart woman.
"Lonely." He said answering truthfully.
He sighed. "It's not romantic, or fun, or even exciting., It's just lonely. I have watched
everyone that I have ever loved, die. My family, my friends, my lovers and neighbors. It
is not a fate I would ever wish on my worst enemy. ~ Grace Willows

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you ~ Francesca Lia Block

Are you bothered because he says he could see us together? Or is there something else?"

Sam's voice had grown quieter with that last question. Devin looked up from the board to see something he'd never thought he'd see from Sam. An expression that, on anyone else, would've been more than curious. It was open, vulnerable. A naked longing that disappeared as soon as Devin was sure he knew what it was, to be replaced by Sam pressing his lips together and looking down at the board again.

Wow. Okay. That made this conversation a hell of a lot more interesting. Maybe Sam had spent so much time analyzing Devin because he wanted to know if he had a chance. Devin wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"I'm not in love with the idea that you guys have talked about me," Devin said. "It's strange."

"I'm sorry our conversation made you feel that way," Sam said. "I honestly wouldn't have said anything if you didn't want to know."

"I know, I asked for it," Devin responded. "About...us." Dev looked up in time to see Sam's expression change before the mask slid back into place. "You don't think it's weird?"

Sam's lips trembled as he fought down a smile. "I think," he began, reaching across the table, "life is full of possibilities." He touched the back of Devin's hand with the tips of his fingers, gently stroking the skin. "If this isn't one you want to take advantage of, then you shouldn't feel pressured to do so."

It ~ Sara Winters

I nipped little kisses along his jawline. God, I just couldn't keep my hands or lips off of him. "God, you are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted."
He laughed. "That's something the vampire should be saying to you, not the other way around. ~ Tish Thawer

Book lovers love books!" her mother announced. "There's romance about the books- even having them seems to have a kind of excitement."
from Mr. Linden's Library by Walter Dean Myers ~ Chris Van Allsburg

But I see how he watches the stars,
And he talks to people just because,
And gee, it would be nice to have a friend."
From "Fated" in BREATHE IN ~ Eileen Granfors

He gently sucked on my lower lip, biting it carefully with his teeth. It sent tingles all over my body and I had to hold on to his strong shoulders, firm under my fingers. I opened my mouth and tugged once on his lip ring. What happened next was the best sound I had ever heard before. He groaned so deeply that I couldn't keep my answering moan quiet. ~ Stephanie Witter

You're everything I wanted, all of them, rolled into one. We were lovers and enemies and the best of friends. At times, it was one more than the other. At times, we were all of them all at once. But there have been times, I admit, when we were two complete strangers struggling to live with each other. At times, we felt like We were just each other's habit. ~ Nessie Q.

The best way to destroy your enemies is to make them adopt your worldview ~ Bangambiki Habyarimana

Everything around her was in a fog; the intense light that always shone in his aqua blue eyes was the only thing in focus, but it was suddenly unknown... different... almost embarrassing. ~ Mirella Muffarotto

I've always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at the Pigafetta Stadium." He kept his distance because he wanted her too much. "And ever since that day, I knew that you were in love with another guy, and that he would sooner or later feel the same way I did." Cutting ties with her was excruciatingly painful. "I just hoped that he would be stupid enough to let me have you," he gasped. "But he wasn't. ~ Mirella Muffarotto

I love you...

I love you without needing you, I love you without wanting you. I love you for being you. Because, you see, needing you is a necessity; and wanting you is a desire. But being, is as it is. And so, you as you are, this as it is, is as it is just fine.

I guess the next level will be, I love you... with no explanation. Simply because I'm lost at words for you, and even if I found words, none of them would explain. Like a man who speaks another language trying to communicate, so will I be a love that feels an unexplainable feeling, trying to explain. I can't... And that's okay. ~ Israel S. Dudley

Welcome to the real world of marriage, where hairs are always on the sink and little white spots cover the mirror, where arguments center on which way the toilet paper comes off and whether the lid should be up or down. It is a world where shoes do not walk to the closet and drawers do not close themselves, where coats do not like hangers and socks go AWOL during laundry. In this world, a look can hurt and a word can crush. Intimate lovers can become enemies, and marriage a battlefield. ~ Gary Chapman

Times like this were special. Memory builders. When something extraordinary happened to a person the
kind of things remembered forever after it didn't have to be a life-changing event like a graduation or
marriage or birth of a child. It more often was the small things. The sheer joy of summer sunlight on a
fragrant flower. The giggle of a toddler. The brush of a lover's fingertips. And the person marks the
moment with the flashing insight thinking ... This is special. I should remember this ~ Sandra Hill

When you kiss, my world falls apart
Heaven comes down to woo my heart ~ Munia Khan

Do you know the best way to get your body heat back?" Ethan asked her as he looked her in the eyes and stroked her glossy brown hair. "The way to warm up is to lie next to another person. Naked. ~ Amanda Bretz

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be. ~ Rae Hachton

We fell asleep as lovers do, listening to the raindrops pitter-patter on the old tin roof, hands entwined and souls secretly smiling. ~ Michael Faudet

I am a wild woman.
it would take a warrior to tame my spirit. ~ Nikki Rowe

Moon and earth is the longest known stable love affair known to man kind ~ Danny Maximus

This unrequited love business was driving him crazy. It was a feeling that took you over, mind, body, and soul. Worse than a drug that tore apart your flesh and spirit, and without which you simply could not live. ~ Mirella Muffarotto

In front of him stood the woman of his dreams, giving him one last chance to kiss her.
Reason didn't stand a chance. ~ Tan Redding

The white lily stands for purity. Artists for centuries have pictured the angel Gabriel coming to the virgin Mary with a spray of lillies in his hand, to announce that she is to be the mother of the Turks. ~ Carroll Bryant

A bridge is a meeting place. A neutral place. A casual place. Enemies will choose to meet on a bridge and end their quarrel in that void. One will cross to the other side. The other will not return. For lovers, a bridge is a possibility, a metaphor of their chances. And ~ Jeanette Winterson

There were lives in those books, and deaths. Families and friends and lovers and enemies. Joy and despair, jealousy, envy, madness, and rage. All there. I reached out and touched the cover of one called The Earth. I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out. ~ Jennifer Donnelly

The characters populating male fantasies have little in common with those inhabiting female fantasies. In porn, the mind of a woman is usually empty of all thought and feeling – except for an overwhelming urge to have sex with plumbers, pizza boys, and her BFF. Women's hopes and fears are irrelevant. Their skills are inconsequential, except for the admirable ability to satisfy multiple lovers simultaneously and an impressive capacity for moaning. Their bodies, on the other hand, are depicted in lavish, graphic detail.

The heroes of romance novels often seem like members of a more evolved species. They are natural leaders, rich, powerful, and well-connected. Their minds are intelligent and savvy, though they are reticent about their abilities and hide their inner demons. Despite the fact that they are a five-star general or lord of southern England, they hide a troubled and tempestuous soul that can only be healed by the magical balm of a woman's love. ~ Ogi Ogas

Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen. ~ Curtis Tyrone Jones

I participate in BDSM, but I wasn't abused as a child. I don't hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it's consensual, it serves a purpose - to get them off - and they can indicate that they wish me to stop at any time. I do like the power I get from total submission, and the trust that my partner puts in me to give me everything, from her mind to her body, while expecting nothing in return - except the understanding that I won't violate that trust. ~ Nenia Campbell