4 Words Romantic Quotes

#1. My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud.
"Yes, my little turnip?"
"Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again we shall have words.

Jordan L. Hawk

#2. Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this," he hisses through gritted teeth.
Swooning words. A romantic declaration. I can barely stop my eyes from rolling.
"Save it for when we get her back," I grumble.

Victoria Aveyard

#3. The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic
and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.
But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your
family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even
after you were knocked down.

J.R. Ward

#4. Words are more thoughts;
the photographed images always
ends up having a romantic gloss about it
- no matter how I try to avoid it.

Robert Frank

#5. When I start to write, words have become physical presence. It was to see if I could bring that private world to life that found its first expression through reading. I really dislike the romantic notion of the artist.

John McGahern

#6. Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul ... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!

Rabindranath Tagore

#7. Those have to be the most romantic words I've heard in my life." I stepped up to him and poked his chest. "You don't ever talk to me that way.

Kenya Wright

#8. "War gives men a plain-and-simple something to do ... Women write diaries in the hope that their words will beckon fate." It's a romantic manifesto.

James Ellroy

#9. We stand there, knee deep in the water, holding hands. The silence is thunderous with words we don't speak. I feel his presence beside me like it's an extension of my own body, tall and strong and so, so beautiful. But I can't look at him. Right now, it hurts too damn much.

Nicole Christie

#10. I had read a Tale of Two Cities and found it up to my standards as a romantic novel. She opened the first page and I heard poetry for the first time in my life ... her voice slid in and curved down trough and over the words. She was nearly singing.

Maya Angelou

#11. The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

Jennifer Walkup

#12. Grant leaned forward, covering the short distance between them so that their lips were a fraction apart. His warm breath tickled her face, making heat pool between her legs.

"I don't want to take advantage of you," he said so softly it took a moment for her to register his words.

Katie Reus

#13. i am
always
stalking you, my dear.

with my thoughts
my words.
my breath.

Sanober Khan

#14. Eli eased back enough to breathe words onto Quinn's mouth. 'Well? Romantic enough?'
'My heart's aflutter.'
Eli sank away. 'All the fluttering is in my balls.

K.A. Mitchell

#15. He couldn't live in a world with her and not have her in his life. Nope. Not happening.
"You're mine," he growled against her swollen lips. The words came out guttural as he held back the urge to slam into her.

Katie Reus