Suspense Romance Novels Quotes & Sayings

I still read romance, and I read suspense. I read them both. And part of it is, I like stories with strong characters, and I like stories where there's closure at the end. And I like stories where there's hope. That's a kind of empowerment. I think romance novels are very empowering, and I think suspense novels are, too. — Lisa Gardner

I always thought of the stars like a handful of gems that God randomly tossed across the sky, saying, 'Here, go wherever you please. — Chelsea Vanderbeek

Deputy Grayson?"
He turned to stare down into those soft green eyes, his pulse ratcheting up. "Yes, Miss Smith?"
"Thank you." She touched his arm. "And no matter what happens, I promise I'm not a bad person."
She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek....
Warmth rushed through Nash and tingling spread from where Phoebe's lips had touched his cheek. He raised a hand to the spot and stared at the woman, a frown pulling his brows downward.
He hadn't begun the day with the intent of finding a runaway bride stranded on the side of the road. Scenarios like that were only found in those unrealistic romance novels women liked reading.No. He hadn't asked for a kiss. But now that she'd done it, she couldn't undo it, and he couldn't unfeel it. — Elle James

Fighting with Harper stirred his blood, and walking out on her had only intensified his need, as though the brief separation was more than he could bear. All he could think about was getting back to her. Undressing her. And fucking her until he worked whatever this desperate feeling was out of his system. — Mandy Baxter

All digital music listeners are equal. Acquisition is painless. Taste is irrelevant. It is pointless to boast about your iTunes collection, or the quality of your playlists on a streaming service. Music became data, one more set of 1's and 0's lurking in your hard drive, invisible to see and impossible to touch. Nothing is less cool than data. — David Sax

The reader is the final arbiter. — Sam Reaves

Close your mouth Lily, you look like a codfish."
"I can't help it. This place looks like something out of medieval times. I'm surprised there aren't rushes on the floor or half-dressed serving wenches carrying trenchers of food."
"Read Harlequin much?"
"Shut up. There's nothing wrong with romance novels. You could learn something from them you know."
Sean's mouth curved into a slow, seductive grin. He let his fingers drift casually along the side of her arm, deliberately grazing the edge of her breast. "Could I now? — Marianne Morea

I gave my players a version of the same message at ten-to-three every Saturday: 'I would shoot my granny right now for three points this afternoon.' They knew how important it was to give everything in the cause of victory. Every time. That's why my granny enjoyed more lives than my cat. — Brian Clough

Living "in" a story, being part of a narrative, is much more satisfying than living without one. I don't always know what narrative it is, because I'm living my life and not always reflecting on it, but as I edit these pages I am aware that I have an urge to see my sometimes random wandering as having a plot, a purpose guided by some underlying story. — David Byrne

By virtue of their English and the light color of their faces, these teachers determine the words that creep into my dreams at night. I envy them. I want what they have. I want my words to matter. — Daisy Hernandez

The dark sky seemed to swallow the moon, as Samantha stood alone on the deserted highway. — Grace Willows

If I'm going down, I'm going down with lipstick on. — Beth Yarnall

I wished for you on every shooting star when I was little. Now, if I gathered all of the stars I wished for you on, none could ever shine brighter than you. You are my shooting star, Ren. You are here with me walking this beach. I may have fucked up, but I swear to you, to God, and every single star in this sky, I will never give you up!
Stefan — Mel Ballew

Would I always look back on this moment with regret, no matter which choice I made? — Nicole R. Locker

A movie is a certain thing by definition. There's nothing wrong with knocking out a good genre picture. — David Ayer

I like to believe my suspense novels marry the strong characters from my romance writing past, with the twisty, clever plots of my mystery writing present. — Lisa Gardner

That's when it hit him with the force of a fastball in the chest: He was falling in love with Shane MacKinnon. He hardly knew her, and yet he knew with absolutely certainty that she was everything he'd ever wanted. He wanted to hold her like this for the rest of their lives. He wanted to wipe away her tears. He wanted to make her happy, take care of her, protect her from harm. He wanted to make babies with her and walk beside her as they grew old. He wanted to be buried next to her.
Falling? It was completely nuts, but he couldn't deny it: He was already in love with her. And it scared the crap out of him. — Jane Taylor Starwood

What good will it do you in hell, that you knew all the sciences in the world, all the events of history, and all the busy politics of your little day ? Do you not know that your very knowledge will be turned into an instrument of torture in hell ? Oh, how will you wish in that day that you had read your newspaper less and your Bible more ; that with all your getting you had got understanding; that with all your knowledge you had known the Saviour, whom to know is life everlasting. — Robert Murray M'Cheyne

Have you thought about what will happen when you start living the life that's right for you, instead of the one you promised to live for someone else? — Tamara Lush

I want to be the star in your diary" -Shawn, Fade to White — N.L. Churney

Secure against the designs of men, secure against the malignity of the Gods, they have accomplished a thing of infinite difficulty; that to them nothing remains even to be wished. — Tacitus

people get trapped by using patterns of behavior to protect themselves against threats to their self-esteem and confidence and to protect groups, intergroups, and organizations to which they belong against fundamental, disruptive change. — Chris Argyris

You need to grow up, and realize what it is you need right now, and what you can live without. — Holly Hood

Big government squashes the human spirit — Dennis Prager

So far, we do not seem appalled at the prospect of exactly the same kind of education being applied to all the school children from the Atlantic to the Pacific, but there is an uneasiness in the air, a realization that the individual is growing less easy to find; an idea, perhaps, of what standardization might become when the units are not machines, but human beings. — Edith Hamilton

Something was wrong. I felt a cold shiver. I didn't know what at first. Something was just ... wrong. I thought of Azrael for some reason, the Imposter, in that cowl, pretending he was Batman. It was that same sick feeling, a crazy kind of panic sparking deep beneath the surface, ready to erupt any second but held in check for the moment by the cold shiver getting colder by the minute.
My fingers were so cold ... against the warmth of Bruce's chest ... and then the realization came, right underneath those cold fingertips, I knew what was wrong.
"When did these heal?" I whispered. — Chris Dee

Open your heart and find your Destiny — Jacqueline Britton

She didn't deserve me. She deserved a hell of a lot better than me, but so help me, I wasn't good enough of a man to just let her go. — Nicole R. Locker

She knew with chilling and absolute certainty she was next. — Alexa Grace

Where are the jobs going to come from? Small business, manufacturing and clean energy. Where's the money to finance them? The banks and the corporations in America today have lots of money that they can invest right now. — William J. Clinton

Mm ... hmm. I bet he's helping you. Right into his bed and you'd be a fool not to test him out. Shit. From what you've told me, any woman would love to be in that man's bed. I bet he's got a nice cock and is a sweet lover too — Alyson Raynes

The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers. — Virginia Woolf

I feared that if I let him, it would be the final push over a ledge I had been precariously hovering on since the day I had first laid eyes on him. — Nicole R. Locker

Oh, Pet. How you fascinate me. — Samantha A. Cole

I'm the same weight now as I've always been-even before having children-but I have to say there's been a redistribution of the flesh! — Francesca Annis

Have you lost your damn mind? Running like that?" He spoke in Spanish.

"You're pushing me over the edge, Antonio." She pitched her voice so low he could barely hear.
"Bringing me to this place, hanging the possibility of my father out in front of me. You are driving me to do crazy things."

"Kiss me," he whispered into her ear.

"Now you've lost your mind. — Linda Bond

Jax, I don't know if I can do this," I murmured.
"Do what?" he asked.
I though for a moment as he watched me in silence. "Survive you," I whispered in answer.
"Maybe you won't have to... — Nicole R. Locker

Good, Star, because you may have felt you were the one needing saving, but it was me all along. You saved me. You taught me to love again. The ones you love may do things that upset you. Hell, they may give you a hundred reasons to give up. Thank you for not giving up on me. I may not be good enough. I know I am not the best for you, but you make me want to be the best I can be. I pray that is good enough. Thank you for loving me enough to hold on. - Stefan — Mel Ballew

I was doing research on the Mormon handcart tragedy when I came across information about Brigham Young sending out missions to the Indians in 1855. — David Roberts

She didn't know Matt had followed her until he grabbed her shoulder, halting her headlong rush to nowhere. He turned her into his arms, pulled her against his chest, crushed her mouth in a searing kiss.
"Shane," he said when he raised his head from hers. "I love you. I love you."
Her heart opened and the wall inside her trembled as she clung to him. "Burn me up, Matt," she said, her voice a ragged whisper. "Burn it away. Please, please, burn it all away."
She heard him growl deep in his throat and he lifted her into his arms in one swift movement.
As he carried her back across the parking lot and through the door of her room, she rained kisses on his neck and the hard line of his jaw. His skin was warm and damp and tasted of salt and desire. — Jane Taylor Starwood