romance-novels

For readers worldwide, the attraction of romance novels seems to be that they provide hope, strength, and the assurance that happy endings are possible. Romance makes the promise that no matter how bleak things sometimes look, in the end everything will turn out right and true love will triumph -- and in an uncertain world, that's very comforting.

I__e been asking you to marry me since we met! What more do you want?

Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.

Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?

_ I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.

Kau yakin kau sudah mengecek rias wajahmu? Matamu kelihatan seperti mata panda.

... you__l have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.

Aku mencintainya tanpa diketahui.Aku mencintainya dalam diam.Aku mencintainya dalam satu sudut pandang.Aku mencintainya di satu sisi.Ya, aku percaya.Jika takdirku adalah dirimu,kau akan memilihku. Nanti.

Wanita cerdas bisa menghadapi cecunguk mana pun dengan anggun.

Mungkin kau harus berhenti memedulikan apa kata orang tentang dirimu.

Jika kita menyukai sesuatu, bagaimanapun keadaannya, kita hanya akan tetap menyukainya. Rasa suka itu tidak akan terpengaruh oleh faktor lain. Suka, ya, suka, dan akan begitu walau dilihat dari sudut pandang mana saja.

I am sure that God has given all his time in making you, the remaining human race has been created in haste.

Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt--the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you?

Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss.

For some reason, the despair that's welling up in me is transforming into white-hot rage. I feel it working its way up from my toes, winding around my legs, and burrowing into the pit of my stomach. It spears its razor-sharp tendrils through the pieces of my broken heart. It's crippling, and devastating, and unrelenting. I have only one choice to survive this; I turn that rage outward.

You only love me when it's convenient for you.

Why are you smoking? Why are you smoking so much? This isn't you...""You were my old addiction, so smoking became my new one.

She was the wish of his life. He didn__ know how else to say it. He didn__ even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.