Romantic Adventure Quotes

“I'll come to thee by moonlight,
though hell should bar the way.”
― Alfred Noyes, The Highwayman

“If you live in a place for long you cease to read about it.”
― Graham Greene, The Quiet American

“She paused and saw him tense in expectation. He wouldn’t like to hear this, but better from her than one of the others. “You aren’t the only pilot I have in my service. And you aren’t the only person with a dark past, though the illegal things that you did, you were forced to do by the Core. But I will tell you what I’ve told the others. This is your last chance. You screw up with me and you get shipped up river. I don’t offer second chances—I offer last chances.”

Nope, he didn’t like it. She saw the hand not holding the bottle of beer curl into a fist.

Sin and Del, from Sunscapes Trilogy, Book 1: Last Chance”
― Michelle O'Leary, Last Chance

“Listen up, Nic," she said firmly, looking straight into his gray-blue eyes. "If you die on me out here, so help me I'll hold seances and pester you. I won't give you a moment's peace in the hereafter," she threatened in a fierce whisper. Gabrielle O'Hara, River of Dreams”
― Sharon K. Garner

“Like an unfinished symphony, her story played on my mind for most of my life. It would rock to the tune of the passage of time, an adagio of high notes, low notes an illusive movements. Then when I least expected it, I happened upon the missing notes in the life of Charlotte Howe Taylor.”
― Sally Armstrong

“Please do not mistake me for a twopenny villain. I do nothing without a purpose.”
― Donna Thorland, The Turncoat

“What could I offer the local bad boy except my livelihood? Oh, I know. My body or my planes! Why didn't I think of that? Would you have preferred that I offer him my body, Nic, because I sure as hell wasn't going to sign over either of my planes!”
― Sharon K. Garner, River of Dreams

“She was strength and power and so many things he’d pretended for twelve years he didn’t miss, didn’t need.”
― Natalie J. Damschroder, Hearts Under Siege

“Then it was silent. Heavy now, not the sleepy silence of before. The kind of silence that meant horrifying things.”
― Natalie J. Damschroder, Hearts Under Siege

“It’s a mistake to act as though we’re not created equal.
It’s another mistake not to correct the first one.
Blaming others nurtures failure.
Helping others reaps a share of their success.”
― L. Anthony, The South Hills Conspiracy

“No one can stop death, Omari. It is normal and certain. And nothing should get in the way of a person’s true destiny.”
― Stephen Whitfield, Omari And The People

“What you must do,” she continued, “you will. Your mission will be as clear to you and as demanding as your heartbeat. Everything else is just a waste of your time.”
― Stephen Whitfield, Omari And The People

“Mouth curving in a slow smile, he crouched and studied her appearance. “Hmm, you look too neat and composed. Boris won’t buy it.”

She lifted her chin. “What am I supposed to look like?”

“Like I’ve had my hands all over you,” he purred with a wicked grin. “I have a reputation to maintain, Lady Griffin.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to say you’re actually proud of this reputation?”

“Let’s just say it’s well-deserved.”
― Michelle O'Leary, Dawn of the Red Sun

“যে লোককে মানুষ চেনে,তাহার মধ্য হইতে অকস্মাৎ এক অপরিচিত জনকে আত্মপ্রকাশ করিতে দেখিলে বিস্ময়ে মানুষ এমনই হতবাক হইয়া যায়।”
― তারাশঙ্কর বন্ধ্যপাধ্যায় তারাশঙ্কর

“Those were the things she hated: all those regrets, all those maybes.”
― Diana Stevan, A Cry From The Deep

“Well, Misty Hoyt,” Sergei grinned. “Why don’t you go up there on the stage and strut your stuff? I’d like to see you pole dance.”
“What?”
“Pole dance.”
“Oh, pole dance,” I mumbled, slurping back saliva. I figured I would hardly be able to stand up, let alone pole dance. I had never pole danced in my whole life though Misty Hoyt had pole danced and had admitted as much at the bar to Andrei, but I hadn’t had time to catch up with all of Misty’s skills. This was definitely a hole in the planning of my backstory – giving me experience, as a pole dancer, I would not be able to fake. I would look utterly grotesque too, tattooed as I was; the vanity of self-consciousness never dies – I shuddered at the thought of me tattooed and pierced among those buff, golden, perfectly beautiful girls.
Whatever! I had to do it.
“Okay,” I said, “You are the boss, Mister Sergei.” I managed somehow to stand up, wobble, and then make my way, through tables and guests, and get over to the runway, and climb up onto it. It seemed very high. I weaved, tottered this way and that, and then somehow, I pulled myself together.
I pole danced with one of the pole dancers – me weaving around one pole, and she around the other. She was the petite, fine-featured golden Vietnamese girl I had noticed before. I’d seen movies of pole dancing, so I managed to fake it; and then I was the tattooed pierced clown, a freakish waif, I didn’t really have to be very good.
Then – I’m foggy about actually when – the golden Vietnamese girl and I were ordered to make love on the runway in the bright lights. The strobe lights had stopped. The other pole dancers had disappeared into the crowd. And now, except for the spotlights on the two of us, the whole place was subdued in dull amber light, a sort of nightclub twilight. The music went down, and it was quiet. I thought maybe I was hallucinating the silence. But no, it was real.”
― Gwendoline Clermont, Gwendoline Goes Underground