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30 best love quotes from books

 

We wish you all the best and lots of love, not only in the bookish stories!

If you're planning on sending a love letter or leaving a surprise love note for your beloved one(s), we do hope that the following 30 bookish love quotes from literature will inspire you and put you in a romantic mood. 

 

 

What are you favorite literary love passages? Share them. With love. 

 

 

Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.William Goldman, The Princess Bride

Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal.Gayle Forman, If I Stay

 

You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought. - Arthur Conan Doyle, The White Company

 

 

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke. Arundhati Roy, The God Of Small Things

 

You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.

Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

 

 

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

 

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

 

 

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

 

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person. – Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

 

I won’t ever leave you, even though you’re always leaving me. – Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife

 

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. – Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

 

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life. - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

 

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough. - Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

 

I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. - Ian McEwan, Atonement

 

In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. - Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice

 

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not. - Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

 

I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love. - Gabriel García Márquez, Love In The Time Of Cholera 

 

 

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. - Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

 

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you. - A.A. Milne, Winnie The Pooh

 

 

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. – Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

 

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

 

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. - Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

 

 

Who, being loved, is poor? - Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance

 

 

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps…perhaps…love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

- Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

 

I wish I knew how to quit you.Annie Proulx, BrokeBack Mountain

 

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you. - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief


Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

- Neil Gaiman, Stardust

I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

 

 

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed. -A.S. Byatt, Possession

 

 

She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.Toni Morrison, Beloved

 

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Visionary X Starlight by Yumoyori Wilson Valentine’s Day Blitz & Giveaway


Visionary X Starlight- Valentine’s Day 
Yumoyori Wilson
Publication date: February 10th 2018
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Two different worlds – one unique connection – a whole lot of love.
Valentine’s Day – an annual holiday dedicated to love, promoting couples to emphasize their love through gifts and celebration.
Makoto Heart spent her life trapped in a dark cell, never knowing the day existed or experienced love until her star knights. When three of her star knights – Kai, Marcus, and Elias – have the opportunity to bring her to Earthala, she’s given the chance to enjoy a four-day countdown to the celebration.
Scarlet Sinclair has dreaded February 14th. Her feelings stemmed from the reminder that she usually spent the day sitting alone, binge watching chick flicks on Netflix and devouring chocolate she bought for herself. But, this year would be different – Ethan, Junho, and Christian make a promise to prove to her that Valentine’s has more benefits than chocolate, and they’d use the next four days to prove it.
Will they each get more love than they bargained for?
Recommended for 18+ audience, containing mature sexual content, violence and strong language. THERE WILL BE F/F in this book. If that is not your cup of tea, PLEASE do not read it.
NOTE: Visionary X Starlight is written in CANADIAN ENGLISH – meaning both American and British English is used.
EXCERPT:
“Meow.”
Christian groaned while I turned my head, noticing Moonlight sitting on the two-seat sofa— his turquoise eyes staring at Christian.
“Please don’t tell me you took his doll again,” I huffed.
“I don’t have it,” Christian argued.
“Why is Moonlight here then?” I countered.
“Cause he loves interrupting me when I want to have some damn alone time with you,” Christian argued.
I sighed, patting my thighs.
Moonlight hopped off the chair to the floor, making his way to where I sat in Christian’s lap. He leaped onto my lap, sitting patiently as I pet him gently.
“Hey you. Why are you interrupting us when Christian doesn’t have your doll?” I cooed, enjoying the feel of Moonlight’s soft black fur.
“Meow.”
He hid it, but it’s not here,” Risuki mumbled in my mind.
I sighed, turning to Christian who grumbled under his breath.
“Junnie has it,” he admitted reluctantly.
“Why does Junnie have his doll?”
“Because I put it in her purse.”
“Because?”
“Your familiar has a vendetta against me and is trying to ruin the one day I have with my girlfriend before Valentine’s Day and I didn’t want him crashing it, again,” Christian complained.
I blushed, feeling touched by his frustration regarding our lack of alone time.
Well, he shouldn’t have hidden it. Could have asked nicely,” Risuki mumbled.

Author Bio:
Yumoyori Wilson is from Toronto, Ontario. She loves to sleep and write her days away. She works at night as a registered nurse. She has a little addiction to bubble tea and coffee but loves to workout. She has big plans for the writing world and can't wait to share them with everyone.

 
 

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Release Blitz - Decadent Desires

 

We are so excited to be sharing the release of DECADENT DESIRES by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Tawny Weber. Fans of paranormal romance won't want to miss this sexy new novella. Be sure to grab your copy today!

 

 

 

About DECADENT DESIRES:

 

Bedtime Bliss is on the menu when a guy used to fighting dragons has to awaken a beauty of her own power, and the magic of sensual delights before the Valentine’s Ball. But can she accept the repercussions of magic and her duty to family? Or would it be easier to return to the sweet bliss of sleepy obliviousness where life is simple, love is a myth and magic is reserved for fairy tales?

 

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Read an excerpt from DECADENT DESIRES:

 

Well, this definitely wasn’t starting out the way Rose had planned.

 

Instead of a boringly anonymous hotel room or even her office, she’d spend the next two weeks working in a stranger’s apartment over a café that challenged her on levels she didn’t quite understand.

 

Instead of greeting an old friend, the man who’d help her with the biggest challenge of her career, she’d been tossed into a sea of lust.

 

And now, rather than an easy nice-to-meet you introduction to Sam’s friends, she’d been kicked in the gut with a cacophony of emotions that she couldn’t understand. Oh, she could identify them. Fear, longing, hope, confusion. But she didn’t understand the actual cause, and she definitely didn’t understand what to do about them.


Wait, she supposed.

 

Just wait until they made sense.

 

But even as she thought that, Rose bumped into Sam.

 

“Sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t realize you’d stopped.”

 

He took her hand as if to keep her from falling back down the stairs and laughed.
That laugh filled her with something. Something so powerful and energizing and confusing that she could only blink.

 

Then he pulled her up a step so that she was on the landing next to him. He squeezed her hand, and the feel of his fingers wrapped tight around hers sent tingles through her. The sort of tingles that made her think naked thoughts. Naked, hot bodies tangled together thoughts.

 

“Welcome to your new home away from home,” Anja said, gesturing to the open door on the right of the landing.

 

And giving Rose a clear view of why Sam had stopped.

 

Shock had a way of doing that to a person.

 

It was a good sized apartment. Living room, a dining nook separated from a cozy kitchen by a jut of countertop. The view outside the window was as good as one could ask in San Francisco, with the Golden Gate framed by sheer curtains. The problem was, even sheer, day-glow orange curtains were guaranteed to make you blink twice.

 

As if in a trance, Rose stepped around Sam, past Anja’s welcoming arm and into the living area. Eye-watering or not, it was a welcoming space. Welcoming, and something else.

 

Wondering how many ways she could feel off balance, Rose tried to breathe calmly, even though the air felt as if it were filled with a shimmer of glitter. If she squinted, she could almost make out the color of the shimmers.

 

Crazy, she realized, shaking her head to dismiss the idea. Her mother had always called her over imaginative, bemoaning her fascination with silly things like magic and fairy tales and energy work. By the time Rose was ten, she’d learned to put away all of that nonsense and to focus her imagination on something useful.

 

So why was this room bringing that all back again?

 

It had to be that old lady’s comment about her grandparents, she realized. Her shoulders relaxed, the tension shifting as she made the connection. And now that she knew, she could ignore the silly ideas of energy and magic in the air and focus on reality.


With that in mind and her chin high, she turned to give Anja a warm smile.

 

“It’s a lovely room.”

 

“If you say so,” the brunette laughed. “I’ve always thought of it as a bit of kaleidoscope myself.”

 

“And where better to create a game of fun and adventure than a kaleidoscope.” When Rose glanced at Sam, her lips twitched a little at his stunned expression. Maybe he wasn’t quite ready for working in a kaleidoscope?


Before she could ask, he seemed to shake it off and turned to thank Anja. While he made arrangements with her for meals and talked about getting together to catch up and visit later, Rose wandered the room.


It was unique, to say the least. Like something you’d have seen in a teenager’s room in the seventies, but with an extra kick of woo woo. Images of tarot cards woven into a tapestry on the wall, candles and crystals everywhere, incense burners and hanging glass in the shape of moons all added to the woo.


But they still didn’t explain the feeling in the air. Rose took a second to breathe it in. She’d never felt anything like it, yet it was a familiar memory.


Before she could reach back and find it, though, Anja called out her goodbyes. Manners awoke, Rose hurried back to the door to do her social duties.

 

Then, suddenly, it was just her and Sam.


Alone.


In this funky apartment.


She stared at Sam, noting the look in his dark eyes, the way his smile stretched those tempting lips. He had the most amazing cheekbones. On a sigh, her gaze drifted to his shoulders, down those biceps and over his chest. Even more amazing than his cheekbones was his body.


She wanted that body.


Rose cringed, wondering what had got into her. She never looked at men like this. She never thought about—much less obsessed over—sex ever before in her life.


Maybe it was reaction to the room? She’d never been around this much faux fur and velour before, either. Could it be some weird sort of allergic reaction?

 

 

 

About TAWNY WEBER:

 

New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author of more than forty-five books, Tawny Weber writes sassy, emotional romances featuring hot alpha heroes. Stories with a dash of humor and a whole lot of sexy attitude! A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes, and her very own hero husband, Tawny enjoys papercrafting, gardening, spending time with her family and dogs.

 

Fans are invited to check out Tawny’s books at her website, www.tawnyweber.com. For extra fun, join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies like free reads, complete first chapters, recipes, insider story info and much more.

 

 

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