Interracial Romance Quotes

“IF you wish to be a writer then don't wait until you write the "great American novel" for they aren't written they are created. If you don't write at all you won't know how "great" that simple book can be.”
― Shiree Mccarver

“There is something immensely scary about putting yourself out there for people to love or hate you, fan or pan you, review or screw you.”
― L.V. Lewis, Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever

“Be nice to his family. Pretend not to notice the way their house smells. Pretend to like their food. Mimic their barbaric customs at the dinner table.”
― Laura Yes Yes, How to Seduce a White Boy in Ten Easy Steps

“Night and the day, when united,
Bring forth the beautiful light.”
― Victor Hugo, Bug-Jargal

“That was out of line.”
“No, it wasn’t, querida.” He smiled, the devastating smile she found irresistible. “You’re my wife, and you do have an amazing mouth.”
― Delaney Diamond, The Arrangement

“Intuitively, she sensed Leonardo’s gaze on her, and she caught sight of him near the entrance to the balcony. He was watching her, though he should have been engrossed in the conversation with the two other people with whom he was standing, one of which was the redhead. Even from that distance across the room, she could sense his desire for her, and there was an answering pounding of the blood in her veins as their gazes locked.

Maybe it was the kiss between Russell and Joan and the romantic notion of long-lasting love, but Alexa found her thoughts straying to memories of sharing passionate kisses with Leonardo. She carefully placed her glass of wine on the table before it slipped from her damp fingers and crashed onto the expensive white carpet. She felt nervous and jittery because she knew the reason for Leonardo’s smoldering scrutiny. She was fully aware of what was expected of her, and she found herself breathlessly anticipating the end of the evening.”
― Delaney Diamond, The Arrangement

“Eva burst out laughing, remembering the complete wardrobe makeover she'd had to perform on Alexei after she opened his closet and found some of the busiest open-collared, polyester dress shirts known to man.”
― Theodora Taylor, Her Russian Billionaire: 50 Loving States, Texas

“Unless Robbie and Chris wanted to her to be a surrogate mother, this would be her first and last pregnancy. She and morning sickness were not seeing eye-to-eye.”
― Koko Brown, Player's Ultimatum

“A cautionary tale I had carried with me from China, and which I firmly believed, was that anyone who attempted to have a foreign lover would be drugged and carted back to China in a jute sack.”
― Jung Chang, Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China

“I love it when a woman can emotionally bring her man to his knees, and when he, in turn, pushes her to and over the edge when they make love. Give me Romance, Sex, Love and HEAs. Always.”
― B. Buena

“A white person can date a Black person and still be racist.”
― Jessica George, Maame

“Brielle suddenly felt her libido skittering across an ice-covered pond, heading for impact. And on the other side of that pond was Matthew Montgomery, the immovable object, preparing to break her fall.”
― B. Buena, Love Elusive

“A kiss is desire...
A kiss is implied need...
A kiss is the promise of things to come...
A kiss is a thank you for the sheer pleasure you've just shared...
A kiss is power...
A kiss is something I crave. Every. Single. Day.”
― B. Buena

“I slap her butt hard, enjoying the control and dominance it gives me over the female, a warped pleasure that’s intensified over the last five yanas.
“Stop squirming female! You and these creatures now belong to my brother and me. From now on you will do everything that you are told to do. Even spreading your legs if you’re ordered to!”
― C. Y. Croc, Qanon Alien Halfbreed

“With a single glance from those mesmerizing eyes, my body starts to respond. He extends his hand and I reach out as if his touch is the only thing I need to survive. When he leads me to his bed and lowers me onto the soft sheets that match the blue green of his eyes, I realize that I am lost.
Is this love, desire, lust, need?
Yes, to all of the above.
-B Buena”
― B. Buena

“My life doesn't taste right unless I'm tasting you with it. I love you, Brielle.”
― B. Buena, Love Elusive

“having fully somali children doesn’t even really matter
bc as soon as they touch down on the grave,
they become white
they’ll start to smell of dead people,
not foox
or caano fadi

when i touch down on the grave
my brain will be devoured
my broken somali will be broken down even more in the mouths of maggots
you know that soft east african skin that drake keeps rapping about
it’ll become even softer when it gets digested
&you best believe my natural hair will then floss all the remains”
― Xayaat Muhummed, The Breast Mountains Of All Time Are In Hargeisa

“Until your love makes you leap beyond norms, it ain't love.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Aşkanjali: The Sufi Sermon

“I wish you would read me like you read your books every day.”
― Beena Khan, The Flame Must Burn

“We’re all Malkuthians. And you know what? We’re all Theropods too.”

“Wh-wh-what’s that?”

“You know… Theropods. We’ve all got sharp teeth, we all walk on two legs, we all have arms shorter than our legs. For the most part, we’ve got two eyes, two hands, and a tail. I mean, some of us have more fingers and some of us have a horn or two, but how different does that really make us? We’re all just people, that’s what I’m saying. There shouldn’t be all this division and categorization. It just leads to more hate. It leads to more dysfunction. People look at me and think I’m privileged. People look at you and think you’re untouchable. They look at the two of us together and they think it’s fire and ice. It’s not right.”
― Steven Seril, The Destroyer of Worlds: An Answer to Every Question

“He raised himself onto his elbow, his temple cradled in his hand. “I won’t bite. Well, unless you want me to.”
Butterflies thrashed against my insides at the thought of his lips on my body. I suddenly burst into laughter. “Remember what happened the last time you tried to bite me? I accidentally jumped and backhanded you.” That had been an erotic rendezvous, until he nipped my hip.
He dropped his face into the pillow and groaned. “Mood killer.”
“Heh.” I wiggled deeper into the covers, grinning.”
― Sajni Patel, First Love, Take Two

“It isn’t the color of a man's skin that's the problem, but the individual that encompassed it.”
― Darlene Cunningham, Black People Don't Ski

“He kissed her deeply then, pouring all his heart into their interweaving lips and souls. This kiss held love, not lust; promise, not hope; relief, not fear.”
― Mihwa Lee, Saving Mr. Pembroke

“With a single glance from those mesmerizing eyes, my body start to respond. He extends his hand and I reach out as if his touch is the only thing I need to survive. When he leads me to his bed and lowers me onto the soft sheets that match the blue green of his eyes, I realize that I am lost.
Is this love, desire, lust, need?
Yes, to all of the above
-B Buena”
― B. Buena

“He felt her body tremble as her slender hands pressed down on his shoulders. Closing her eyes, her perfect, full lips whispered his name as if she were in prayer. He closed his own eyes, taking in his fill. She was the nectar that he had longed for all this time. She was sweet tea...and he knew that this was all he would ever need for the rest of his life.”
― B. Buena

“Race + Love = War.
It's a complicated equation.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“But it wasn’t the clothes that caught me off guard. It was him.
He was… beautiful.
Not in the way most people were. Not in the way that was meant for this world.”
― Tracy Cress, TEOD

“Color was a false distinction, love was not.”
― Dorothy West, The Wedding: A Novel

“I became a lesbian because of women, because women are beautiful, strong, and compassionate.”
― Janet Ryan, Between The Lesbian Sheets: An Interracial Love Story

“Kesha's presence struck me instantly, tall and regal, her mocha skin seeming to glow with intricately coiled dreadlocks. She carried herself like royalty, and in that moment, I knew I'd never seen anyone more captivating. A fierce desire took root in me, undeniable and raw. I wanted her badly”
― Janet Ryan, Between The Lesbian Sheets: An Interracial Love Story