Romantic Moment Quotes

“I love you," I whispered hoarsely. "You're my favourite person." The tears blurred in my eyes again. "And if you ever tell anyone I cried during this moment I will withhold sex for a year.”
― Samantha Young, Castle Hill

“I was surprised to feel his hand brush against mine---he'd crossed the room without a whisper of sound---his grip feather-light.
I froze, realizing that he was about to kiss me only a second after I knew I was going to kiss him. I leaned forward, but he put a hand on the side of my face, very gently, his fingers brushing the edge of my hair. A little shiver went through me. His thumb was by the corner of my mouth, and it made me think of the time when I had touched him there, when I'd thought he was dying from loss of blood. For a heartbeat, all the other moments we'd shared faded away, leaving behind only the small handful of times we'd been close like this, connected somehow like a bright constellation. He brushed his lips against my cheek, and I felt the warmth sink all the way to my bones, chasing out the ice of the snow king's court.
"Good night, Em," he murmured, his breath fluttering against my ear and sending a river of goosebumps down my neck.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“You understand you've made a serious commitment, yes?" She wound her arms around his neck. "I might not let you go."

"A terrible fate, indeed, to be your prisoner."

When he kissed her again, she couldn't help smiling against hit mouth.”
― Allison Saft, Down Comes the Night

“I put my hand over Matilda's, caressing the little blue veins that swam just below the skin and squeezing the chunky black pearl-and-diamond ring that adorned her middle finger. Happiness washed over me. We were in a magical place between warm sky and cool grass, between a soft cashmere blanket and a glittering sky. There were so many stars they seemed to rain like confetti at a celebration, and I felt as if Matilda and I were its guests of honor.”
― Alex Brunkhorst, The Gilded Life of Matilda Duplaine

“And, to be honest, I thought that maybe being around you would help because you just exude happiness. You don't notice it, but you're always smiling when you're in this town. When you're talking to Junie or Ruby or Maya, or walking down the street, or eating honey taffy--- you're just... happy. I want to fell that again, too. So, so badly."
I reached over and threaded my fingers through his, and squeezed his hands tightly. "If I could give it to you, I would."
"It would taste sweet, I'm sure," he said, dropping his eyes to my mouth. "Like you."
My stomach burned. I wanted him to kiss me again, sitting on this park bench, on such a lovely summer night. The fireflies danced around us, the wind winding through the trees, and when he set his eyes on me, I felt like the only story he wanted to read.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“The sun is no more than a tiny pinpoint of orange light atop an indigo sea now, leaving the sky violent shades of hot pink, lavender, and teal. Evening breezes play over us, carrying the scent of the ocean. It's getting cold, but Macon's body is warm and solid against mine.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“It was exciting and slightly embarrassing to feel the floor with her naked toes as he swept her into one luxurious full turn after another. Of course, the sensation of dancing with bare feet wasn't entirely new: She'd waltzed alone in her bedroom more than once, imagining herself in the arms of some unknown suitor. But it felt very different when her partner was a flesh-and-blood man. She relaxed and abandoned herself, following his guidance without effort or thought.
Although they'd started slowly, Mr. Severin had quickened their tempo to match the music. The waltz was flowing and swift, each turn making her skirts whirl in eddies of silk and glitter. It was like flying. Her stomach turned light, as if she were on a garden swing, soaring a little too high and coming down in a giddy arc. She hadn't felt so free since she'd been a young girl, running recklessly across the Hampshire Downs with her twin. The world was nothing but moonlight and music as the two of them swept through the empty conservatory with the ease of mist carried on a sea breeze.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“"The falling leaves drift by the window,
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
The sunburned hands I used to hold.

The singer's raspy, haunting voice tugs at my chest. Sebastian's arms return too my waist, and I lean against him as we sway to the music. The accordion joins in on the chorus, and it is so beautiful, so heart-wrenching, that everything else in the room seems to fade away until there is only me, Sebastian, and the song.


Since you went away, the days grow long,
And soon I'll hear old winter's song.
But I miss you most of all, my darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall.


My eyes meet Sebastian's, and I know we're both thinking the same thing. This song could be about us, about the summer we said goodbye.”
― Alexandra Monir, Suspicion

“He gently touched his lips to her glove, sending a jolt to her spine.”
― Grace Hitchcock, Hearts of Gold Collection

“And then, of course, there was Jae. When I walked down the stairs to meet him after the girls helped me get ready, I felt like Rachel Leigh Cook in She's All That. It wasn't like I'd had a major makeover or anything, but to be fair, in the movie all they did was remove her glasses and overalls and give her a cute dress. For me, that moment was about the confidence she felt and the way Freddie Prinze Jr. looked at her. Maybe that's what it was--- the expression on Jae's face made me feel like the female love interest in a movie. Like he'd never seen anyone or anything so beautiful in his life. And as he smiled up at me, I felt my heart lurch.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Guilt and Ginataan