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romance - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.
Victor Hugo
She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you."She tried to smile once more and expired.
Victor Hugo
Because love is like a tree, it grows on its own, drops its roots deep into our whole being, and often continues to green even when the heart is devastated.
William Shakespeare
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come in tears:Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,In their nativity all truth appears.How can these things in me seem scorn to you,Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Manny Rayner
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?E'en in Australia art thou still more hotRough winds do shake the darling buds of May{Since that's your winter it don't mean a lot}Sometimes too bright the eye of heaven shinesAnd bushfires start through half of New South WalesJust so, when I do see thy bosom's linesA fire consumes me and my breathing failsBut thine eternal summer shall not fadeThis is in no way due to global warming;Nay, from thy breasts shall verses fair be madeSo damn compulsive they are habit-formingSo long as men can read and eyes can se
William Shakespeare
Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
William Shakespeare
Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Stephenie Meyer
That's certainly a problem. But that's not what I was thinking of. It's just that you are so soft, so fragile. I have to mind my actions every moment that we're together so that I don't hurt you. I could kill you quite easily, Bella, simply by accident." His voice had become just a soft murmur. He moved his icy palm to rest it against my cheek. "If I was too hasty… if for one second I wasn't paying enough attention, I could reach out, meaning to touch your face, and crush your skull by mistake. You don't realize how incredibly breakable you are. I can never, never afford to lose any kind of control when I'm with you.
Stephenie Meyer
He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.
Stephenie Meyer
He's like a drug for you, Bella.
Kelley Armstrong
You were just worried about me." An exhale, relieved that I had understood. "Yeah"I turned. "Because you think I'm worth it"He put his fingers under my chin. "I absolutely think your worth it.""But you don't think you are."His mouth opened. Shut."That's what this is about, Derek. You won't let us worry about you because you don't think you're worth it. But I do. I absolutely do.
Georgette Heyer
Yes, but if you cannot clear your name, what then are we to do?" she demanded."Forget we ever met!" said Ludovic with a groan.This Spartan resolve did not commend itself to Eustacie at all. Two large tears sparkled on the ends of her eyelashes, and she said in a very forlorn voice; "But me, I have a memory of the very longest!
Georgette Heyer
You have had Ravenscar murdered, and hidden his body in my cellar!" uttered her ladyship, sinking into a chair. "We shall all be ruined! I knew it!""My dear ma'am it is no such thing!" Deborah said amused. "He is not dead I assure you!
Diana Gabaldon
Jamie… I only want to be where you are. Nothing else.
Diana Gabaldon
No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know ... He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face.To know what?That should the need come, you might mourn for me that way, he said softly.
Diana Gabaldon
Why? I shrieked, hitting him again and again, and again, the sound of the blows thudding against his chest. Why, why why!.Because I was afraid! He got hold of my wrists and threw me backward so I fell across the bed. He stood over me, fists clenched, breathing hard.I am a coward, damn you! I couldna tell ye, for fear ye would leave me, and unmanly thing that I am, I thought I couldna bear that!~~~~~~~~~You should have told me!
Jodi Picoult
It was almost as if there was a tear in the fabric I was made of, and he was the only color thread that would match to stitch it back up.
Jodi Picoult
I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.
W. Somerset Maugham
What d'you suppose I care if I'm a gentleman or not? If I were a gentleman I shouldn't waste my time with a vulgar slut like you.
Milan Kundera
Tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice.
Julie Garwood
I will find her.And when you do? Roger asked.I will make her mine, the warrior answered in a hard, determined voice. She will be mine.The vow was made.
Julie Garwood
The man irritated her just like a rash.
Julie Garwood
Damn, you're good,' he said and rolled onto his back. The man wasn't much for flowery speech, Alesandra thought with a smile. It didn't matter. She was arrogantly proud of herself because she'd pleased him. Perhaps she should give him a little praise too. She rolled onto her side to face him, put her hand on his chest directly over his pounded heart, and whispered. 'You're good, too. 'Tis the truth, you're the best I've ever had.' He opened his eyes to look at her. 'I'm the only one you've ever had, remember?' His voice was gruff with affection. 'I remember,' she said. 'No other man is ever going to touch you, Alesandra. You're mine.
Katie McGarry
Tell me I'm who you want.So I know there are no mistakes.Her nose slides against mine as she slowly nods.I don't want anyone else.God help us both for her allowing the devil permission.
Katie McGarry
One day I'll get a tattoo for you.Warmth explodes in my chest, in awe that he would mark himself for me. You don't have to.I will. His fingers trace my cheek and chills of pleasure run down my spine. It's what I do. Each tattoorepresents the only happy memories I've had. And you, Rachel, you're the happiest.
Margaret Atwood
I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define.
Margaret Atwood
Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.
Robyn Carr
It didn't take much to turn a man solitary-being the new guy too often, being controversial now and then, a couple of unsuccessful attempts at a lasting relationship with a woman…
Robyn Carr
Sarah, I'm going to take care of you whether you like it or not.
Robyn Carr
You're a good date, he said.You thought of it as a date?He nodded. From the beginning.
Robyn Carr
Cooper's been married in his head for a while now." "That's… kinda sweet.
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