Colleen Hoover Romantic Quotes

If I took every romantic poem, every book, every song, and every movie I've ever read, heard or seen and extracted the breathtaking moments, somehow bottling them up, they would pale in comparison to this moment. This moment is incomparable.

I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held me, I knew that no matter what happened with my life, you were my home. You stole the biggest piece of my heart that night.

Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no longer only share love. They also share all of the pain, heartache, sorrow, and grief.

The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.

Paris. Rome. London. I have no desire to sit on a hot beach somewhere. I want to see all the romantic places in Europe and make love in every city and take pictures kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower. I want to eat croissants and hold hands on trains.

When I touch you, I’m touching you because I want to make you happy. When I kiss you, I’m kissing you because you have the most incredible mouth I’ve ever seen and you know I can’t not kiss it. And when I make love to you—I’m doing exactly that. I’m making love to you because I’m in love with you... I’m touching you because I’m in love with you and for no other reason.

I have always enjoyed kissing the girls I've kissed in the past but only because I was attracted to them. It didn't really have anything to do with them in particular. When I kissed all the other girls, I felt pleasure. That's why people enjoy kissing, because it feels good. But when you like to kiss someone because of who she is, the difference isn't found in the pleasure. The difference is found in the pain you feel when you're not kissing her. It doesn't hurt when I'm not kissing any of the other girls I've kissed. It only hurts when I'm not kissing Rachel. Maybe this explains why falling in love is so damn painful. I like kissing you, Rachel.

No one is likeable from the out.

... Scotty was sad, so I baked him cookies and we smoked a joint and then I gave him head. Best girlfriend ever.

Wäre ich ein Zimmermann, würde ich dir ein Fenster zu meiner Seele zimmern. Wenn du hineinschauen würdest, sähest du dich selbst in der Scheibe gespiegelt. Und dann wüsstest du, dass meine Seele ein Spiegelbild von deiner ist.

—¿Te gusta leer? —pregunto señalando el libro que sobresale de ella. No es un libro de texto. Es un libro de verdad, algo que creía desaparecido en esta generación de maníacos de internet. Lo cojo y me siento frente a él. —¿De qué género es? Y, por favor, no me respondas que de ciencia ficción. Él apoya la espalda en el respaldo de la silla y sonríe como si acabara de ganar algo. Bueno, quizá lo haya hecho. Estoy aquí sentada, ¿verdad? —¿Qué importancia tiene el género si el libro es bueno? —replica.

Paris. Rome. London. I have no desire to go sit on a hot beach somewhere. I want to see all the romantic places in Europe and make love in every city and take pictures kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower. I want to eat croissants and hold hands on trains.

she doesn't wait for me to reach her. she meets me half way. I grabbed her face and she grabbed my arms, and our guilt collides, when our mouth collide.

Keep swimming.

...some risks are never worth taking. Especially when those risks have failed you in the past.

A small grin peeks through her gloom. “You’re going to drive five miles just to give me a hug?” “I’d run five miles just to give you a hug.

It's the beautiful moments that make up for the ugly love.

its the beautiful moments like these that make up for the ugly love

You're so romantic, Warren. No other guy has ever promised me a kidnapping and ransom.

Of course I’m sad for the human. Wow, great ending, the ghost became an even ghostlier ghost,” she says sarcastically. “Big freaking deal, we knew he was dead since it happened in the beginning of the movie. But where does that leave her? She got proof he was dead, and then she got even more proof that he was dead. How is that romantic? She had to grieve twice! It’s the worst movie I’ve ever seen.