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“My bed to the right, where it has always been. Her bed, in another room. I did not know what to do with that empty corner where her bed should have gone. It looked foreign, the exposed strip of carpet. It looked wrong, that empty coldness squatting in the corner, laughing and pointing a clawed finger at me.”

“I’m trying to be an adult. I’m trying to be responsible. I’m trying not to call home crying. But it’s hard. It’s hard when every morning feels like a hangover. It’s hard when I hear voices every time I go to sleep. It’s hard when the only thing that would make me feel better is to crawl in bed with the one person who truly knows me, but I’m more afraid of her than the bears or the perverts or whoever the hell visits her when I’m away.”

“„Zieh dich aus“, sagte er zu Chiara. Chiara riss entsetzt die Augen auf: „Wie bitte?“ „Ich will sehen, ob du verwanzt bist. Es gibt genug Leute, die mir schaden wollen und ich denke, einer von ihnen hat dich zu mir geschickt, um etwas herauszubekommen.“ „Das können Sie doch nicht von mir verlangen!“, rief Chiara.”

“His touch was fire and sin, a dangerous game between pleasure and surrender — and I was already losing”

“You look sad," he says, which surprises me. "Well . . .more than you usually do." I tilt my head. "You notice if I'm sad?" Clearing his throat, he turns away, maybe embarrassed. I want to tell him he doesn't have to be, but I decide to leave it. As silence floats between us, I lie down and close my eyes to sleep. As I'm about to drift off, I hear him say, "If your sadness looks that beautiful, then I can't imagine what happiness looks like.”

“In each club we went the dancers had the same moves, none nearly as sensuous as mine on any dance floor, but because they are scantily clad and stripping off the men go nuts and throw money at them. In the largest club and the last we went to I watched one pretty girl with big boobs pull a handful of twenties in one set. I followed her to the ladies-room to learn she only danced a few rounds per night and averaged $250 every night and with my face and body she said I would bank much more.”

“People come to New Orleans to forget themselves and party like a pagan. They gorge themselves on exotic spicy foods and five to seven course meals, taking hours to consume. They behave badly in bars and routinely encourage their willing female counterparts to flash their tits for cheap plastic beads. Beads women would never wear anywhere else but in New Orleans become triumphant symbols of one’s insatiable allure.”