Romantic Literary Fiction Quotes

Quotes tagged as "romantic-literary-fiction" Showing 1-18 of 18
L.M. Weeks
“She had that look again—taut jaw, pursed lips and angry eyes—the look her face assumed when her borderline personality had crossed the border.”
L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

Tom  Baldwin
“I’ve got my Sig and I’m in a car I swiped,” Bert raged on.” I thought of that much ahead. I don’t miss! It’s like candy, Sammy. His car is candy red. Like Valentine’s Day for me!” I ain’t gonna let a perfect moment pass, Sammy. I’m my own man now in this stuff. I done enough already to earn the respect I don’t get. I’m not stupid, so go to bed.”
Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

L.M. Weeks
“To describe Mayumi’s demeanor towards Kiwako as frosty would be like describing an ice age as minor climate change.”
L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

Tom  Baldwin
“I’ve watched hundreds of deed transfers take place right here on the steps of the Registry,” Michele mused. “At those moments of transfer, I’ve seen in the eyes of desperate sellers an emotional reconciliation of irrevocably relinquishing a homestead, a treasured dominion, willingly or otherwise. Perhaps all these deeds, Mr. Geoffrey…perhaps they, too, have their own soul, a predilection that would tell me more than what they say if only I had the capacity to ask.”
Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

L.M. Weeks
“They usually didn’t know I was half-Japanese. But you know how it is. No matter where you go, you don’t quite fit in. But it is fun to be able to slip in and out of two such completely different cultures seamlessly like a shapeshifter.”
L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

L.M. Weeks
“It’s far more reliable than solar or wind power, which depend on mother nature, who is notoriously fickle; sometimes the sun don’t shine and the wind don’t blow.”
L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

Tom  Baldwin
“The world was heating up and changing for the worse.”
Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

L.M. Weeks
“And when I first did judo with them, they were much stronger and always dragged me off the mats and threw me down on the surrounding concrete floor or on the wooden veranda outside. I got so scared that I would actually shake before each practice. But I just kept going back until I became so mean no one wanted to practice with me.”
L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

L.M. Weeks
“Too late. Torn’s rear tire hit the perennial wet spot from a leak in the tunnel ceiling. Rookie mistake. When the back wheel hydroplaned on the wet surface, he felt the sickening feelings of sliding and weightlessness as he started to separate from the bike.”
L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

Ernie Gammage
“Could one small divot in the stainless steel of fidelity begin a relentless rust that would eat out the strength of a union?”
Ernie Gammage, What Awaits?

Ernie Gammage
“Where did the disconnect take place in my relationship with God? Or did I ever have one? Why did I feel like I’d missed the first day of class, the one when the teacher explained it all?”
Ernie Gammage, What Awaits?

Ernie Gammage
“All I ever have is what I have right now. I try not to have expectations, play my cards straight, and I hope for the best.”
Ernie Gammage, What Awaits?

Ernie Gammage
“Outside the wind scraped around the corners of the hut. Inside, only the spitting of the fire broke the steady snores. She paused at the fat one’s side, her hand inches from the hilt of his knife. How would she do this; how could she do this?”
Ernie Gammage, What Awaits?

Ernie Gammage
“You mean…you were eating those things…raw?’
‘Well not eating, exactly. More like drinking”
Ernie Gammage, What Awaits?

Ernest Hemingway
“I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.”
Ernest Hemingway

Diane L. Kowalyshyn
“I’ve seen enough death and destruction to last a lifetime. Besides, all you did was mortally wound my pride.” ”
Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Stage Fright

Diane L. Kowalyshyn
“Every time the woman touched his arm, the instant heat made him think he’d been prodded with a hot poker.”
Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Stage Fright

Diane L. Kowalyshyn
“The road to recovery had been riddled with potholes.”
Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Stage Fright