Emotional Moment Quotes

“Where's my husband?”
― Rebecca Ross, Letters of Enchantment

“And then— He leans in. Not much. Just slightly. Just enough that if she moved even an inch— Their lips would touch.”
― Amelia Frostwood, Between Us: A Slow-Burn Romance Full of Banter, Chaos, and Unfinished Conversations

“He sighed against my lips, and I wondered if this was happiness, if this clawing in my chest was how I felt when we’d done this before. Because if it was, then I understood why Gordo had said I must have fought like hell. If someone had tried to take this away from me, the memory of him and the way he felt against me, I would have done everything in my power to fight back.
Even as I felt consumed by him, a low, fiery hatred burned in the pit of my stomach at the thought that it had been taken from me.
My pack.
My home.
My mate.”
― T.J. Klune, Heartsong

“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“You’re thinking too hard. I can see it on your face. Just be here. Right now. With me.”
And how could I refuse that?
I said, “I’m here.”
“You are.”
“Right now.”
“Yes.”
“With you.”
And god, how he smiled at me.”
― T.J. Klune, Heartsong

“But then he said he wanted you. That he wanted you to come to him, and it was like this fire started in my chest. I was never going to let that happen. I was never going to let you go to him. I didn’t understand why. Even in the face of all the little asides, all the knowing smirks that make me feel so goddamn stupid in retrospect. You want to know why I’m here? Why I chased you across miles and miles and for months and months? It’s because it’s not fair. It’s not fair that I finally find something of my own, something all for me, only to have it taken away. Your father was right. I’m tired, Gavin. Of everything. Paying for the mistakes of all those who came before us. All I want is to live free and feel like I’m not dying with every breath I take.” And it was there, finally, the box unlocked. I embraced it as best I could. “You’re my mate.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“You don’t understand.”
He laughed bitterly. “I don’t understand? That’s what you’re going with? Fuck you, Carter. I understood better than anyone. Robbie was taken from us. Taken from me. For thirteen months, I did all I could to get him back. And even when half the pack was against it or, even worse, apathetic about it, I fought for him.”
I couldn’t look at him. I struggled to find the words. I said, “You weren’t alone. Gordo, Ox. They—”
“I don’t care!” he shouted at me. “Even if I was, I still would have done everything I could. I was never going to let him go. He’s my fucking mate, and I would have torn this world apart to get to him, even if I had to do it by myself. And don’t you dare try and say that’s what you were doing here because it’s not the same. You had your entire pack willing to help you, to do anything we could to get Gavin back. But you decided to play martyr.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“Who cares, right? I mean, it’s sort of fitting, you know? And even if there wasn’t this thing between us, I could.…” I shook my head. “Even when he was stuck as a wolf, I felt it. I didn’t know what it was. In hindsight, I should have. I hated it at first, but I got used to it. Then he was gone. It hurt more than I ever thought something like that could. And all I could think about was getting to him. I need him to be my shadow because without him, I’m … I felt lost. He’s snarly. He’s surly. He’s a pain in my fucking ass. But there’s no one like him. Dad told me once that there could be others, that there wasn’t just one person. That we had a choice. I think I’ve made mine, though. If he’ll have me. Do you think he’ll have me? I’m not perfect. I make mistakes.” I shrugged awkwardly. “He sees through that, though. I exasperate him, I annoy him, and he scowls at me like he wants to punch my fucking teeth down my throat. And it all goes away when he says thump, thump, thump. Because he hears my heart and it anchors him. How can I say no to that? Who cares if he’s a man or a woman or somewhere in between? It doesn’t matter. All I care about is that he sees me. Like, really sees me. And I see him.”
I looked at my brothers.
They were gaping at me.
“What?” I said, suddenly self-conscious. I rubbed the back of my neck as my face grew hot.
“Holy shit,” Kelly breathed.
“You love him,” Joe whispered.
I glared at them. “I do not. Shut up.”
“No,” Kelly said, voice growing louder. “You looooooove him.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“She said, “That man out there. That wonderful man followed you for years. He put himself between you and harm’s way time and time again. And when he thought his father was going to take you away from him, when you were screaming as Livingstone’s magic was pouring into you, he made his choice. He found it within himself to crawl from the depths of whatever feral hell he was in. For you, Carter. How are you so blind to that? I know he’s not what you expected. I know you never thought about one such as him—”
[...]
But don’t ever doubt what Gavin Walsh feels for you. Everything he’s done has been for you. Carter, can’t you see? He loves you. So much so that he was willing to sacrifice himself in Caswell just to keep you safe. He chose you over his father. It’s why he left with him. Not because he wanted to. But because he thought it would mean Livingstone could never touch you again.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“You’re the only place I’ve ever felt safe. You, Carter. You make me feel safe.” He tapped his fist against his chest. “Thump. Thump. Thump.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“Lucas glanced up at him, expression unreadable. Cavalo tightened his grip against Lucas. He heard it then, just a whisper. You… you came for me. He wasn’t sure if it was real. He wasn’t sure if any of this was real.
And without thinking, he muttered, “Always.”
― T.J. Klune, Crisped + Sere

“I need you to hug Wallace for me.”
Wallace spluttered.
“Wow,” Mei said. “I’m so glad I ran out here for this.” She tapped her fingers against her palm. A little light burst before fading as quickly as it’d come. “Any specific reason?”
“Because I can’t do it,” Hugo said. “And I want to.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“I think it’d be nice,” he said, words slurring slightly. “If you came here. If you stayed. We’d drink tea and talk and one day, I’d tell you that I loved you. That I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You made me want more than I ever thought I could have. Such a funny little dream.”
His eyes closed and didn’t reopen. He breathed in and out, lips parting.
After a time, Wallace said, “And I would tell you that you made me happier than I’d ever been. You and Mei and Nelson and Apollo. That if I could, I’d stay with you forever. That I love you too. Of course I do. How could I not? Look at you. Just look at you. Such a funny little dream.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“How much do you remember?”
Liam tried thinking back on the last few days. He remembered the half-assed plan to meet his stalker. He remembered Fix being angry at him for putting himself in danger. He remembered their talk and…
“You told me you loved me.”
― A.M. Rose, A Thousand Cuts

“Later, after the King was gone with a kiss to my forehead, Justin and I remained. We didn’t say anything for a long time.
Surprisingly, he spoke first. “I didn’t feel the same way when you first came.”
I snorted. “I know.”
“I didn’t like you. In fact, I hated you. I still do sometimes.”
“I know that too.”
“You have to come back.”
I looked up, startled, only to find Justin looking more vulnerable, more determined than I’d ever seen him before. “What?”
“You have to come back. You have to be safe and come back and be my Wizard. I could do this without you. I know I could. I am smart. And I can be kind. Sometimes. My father has taught me well. I’ve learned a lot in the past year. I can do this without you. But I don’t want to. The King of Verania needs his Wizard. It’s how it’s always been. So come back, and in one piece, or I swear to the gods, I am going to put you in the dungeon where you’ll poop in buckets for the rest of your days. Do you hear me?”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons

“Where we walked around, you took photos of your favorite things in Daydream. Like a little reminder that it’s not all bad,” Mason said, and Drew fell silent for a moment, turning the camera in his hands.
“They’re all photos of you,” Drew admitted, and his voice quivered around the words.”
― A.M. Rose, Blindspot

“Maybe you’re right. I mean…how could I have known he was lying? Not like I know what it’s like to be loved. Nobody ever loved me,” he said, refusing to allow himself to cry.
[...]
"You do know what love looks like, darling,” Darian said, brushing a tear away from his lashes with his thumb. “It’s drawing hearts with flowers in a bathtub. It’s pretending you like oatmeal because the other person can’t eat anything else for a couple of weeks. It’s allowing someone to move everything in your greenhouse around just to see them smile proudly at the good job they’d done. It’s taking care of each other, spending time together, wanting to be with someone forever. You do know what it’s like to be loved, Tate, because I love you.”
― A.M. Rose, Heartwood

“You’re fun to play with, you know,” Emmerson whispered, like a secret.
“No one has ever told me that before,” he answered, just as low.
“Good,” Emmerson said, lolling his head to the side and exposing his adorned neck. He glanced at him from under his lashes. “That means I get to keep you all to myself.”
West was hypnotized, burning up, going crazy. This felt like a fantasy, and he didn’t want to wake up. Ever. In fact, if it was all going to be ripped away from him in an instant, he needed more.
“You can keep me,” he said, meaning every word.”
― A.M. Rose, Spectral

“[...] If you don’t really want to wait for your person, you could go out and find anyone. Someone more…I don’t know. Just more."
[...]
“How can there be more?” he asked, and Dorian frowned.
“What?”
“How can there be more than you?”
[...]
“How can there be more, when you feel this good in my arms?” he said, pulling him closer.
“How can you think there can be more when you taste like this?” He pecked his lips again. And again. And again.
“How much more could there be when the thought of you close to me makes me go insane?” he said, lowering his head and kissing the soft skin just behind his ear, hearing him moan quietly.
He took his hand and placed his palm in the middle of his chest, allowing him to hear his heartbeat.
“How can there be more when this is what you do to me?” he whispered into his ear, kissing the shell of it right after his words, and Dorian caved.”
― A.M. Rose, Faces

“My heart knows it’s you. That’s the only thing I could think of. I couldn’t empty my mind because you’re there all the time. And so that’s what comes out.”
“Me?” Hayden asked, and Dorian nodded.
“The way you make me feel. The way I feel when I hear your voice or your laugh. It’s the softness of your hair under my fingers. It’s the breath you let out in my ear before you wake up in the morning. It’s how you read to me before bed, how you carry me when there’s puddles on the street, and how you always muss up my hair even more even though you always mock me about how messy it already is. Everything is you. But it’s because I already love you. It’s because I know you, and I’m drawing you because you’re everything I know. We can’t know that you’re my soulmate. Because this isn’t how this should go.”
[...]
“Why can’t it be enough? That I make you feel like this.” He motioned toward the pictures, knowing Dorian couldn’t see. “You used every color you owned. Every last one. That’s how much you feel for me. And it’s not enough.”
― A.M. Rose, Faces