Rom Com Quotes

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you"
- Adam”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“She could see the headlines now.

‘Spinster dies alone in her condo. No one discovered her corpse for three days.’

She had been so preoccupied with work, that she’d neglected to do the grocery shopping and was now regretting it.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“So, you do speak English. That makes sense now.” Catherine said, shaking her head.

“Of course, I speak English. I’m from Australia, not Tanzania.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“Oh, sorry, love. I was just getting out of the shower when I heard this loud commotion in front of my door.” Jake gave her a sloppy grin. “I didn’t realize there was a dress code when coming to the aid of a beautiful neighbor. I’ll keep it in mind for the next time I come running.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“Xuan being there didn’t make any sense. This wasn’t a fairy tale. Handsome boys don’t just magically appear screaming your name the moment you need them.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“But he found himself wondering what it might be like to fill that role for Hallie. In another life, obviously. A full-time giver of Hallie smiles.”
― Tessa Bailey, Secretly Yours

“Tom Arnold is already waiting at the bar when I arrive, and Vanessa purrs loudly when she spots him. I ignore the slut and stand next to him, waiting for him to notice me, bopping my head slightly to Andy Williams singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. At last, he turns and smiles at me.
“Pip! You look lovely,” he tells me with an appreciative glance. I simper.
“So do you,” I tell him, attempting to bat my eyelids like Vanessa would.
“Have you got something in your eye?” he frowns.
“Contact lens is playing up,” I mutter.
“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he says in surprise.
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” I respond in a deep voice, and he gives me a strange look.
I clear my throat. “It’s a free bar tonight, isn’t it?”
― Claire Gallagher, The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton

“To Meatball
From your best friend, Ivan”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love

“Everyone expected me to fall apart after our breakup. Instead I just felt empty. I honestly couldn’t stand their pity. So I came here to get away—and heal.”
“I bet you’re really angry with him. You guys were together for a long time.”
“I was. But the more I think about it and analyze it, it seems like something bigger—like a phantom dark energy was repelling us, like bug spray. I don’t think we were ever meant to be together, and the acceleration of the Big Rip just in- creased over time. I think it was bound to happen eventually, I just wish it didn’t end the way it did.”
“That sounds an awful lot like Fate.”
“No,” I said matter-of-factly. “It’s just science.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“The ion and dust tails seemed to be pointing away from the crackling fire of the sun. Looking more closely, one tail was gray mixed with yellow and white and the second was blue fading into teal. The color change was softer than melting wax. A bright green coma glowed around the center. I felt as though I was seeing magic for the first time as the warmth from our great star heated up the comet, causing it to spew dust and gasses into a giant glowing head larger than most planets.

The comet’s magnificence and grandeur stirred me, much like a transcendent piece of music that envelops one’s soul. “I’ve never seen a comet before,” I confessed, my voice filled with a mix of wonder and emotion.

I could feel a tear form in my eye. I blinked it away. Bello, pulchram, bela, hermoso, yafah, ómorfi, Meilì. I could express the concept of beauty in numerous languages, but none of them truly captured the essence of my feelings as I gazed at the comet. It was a sight of indescribable beauty, as if musical notes had been sketched across the canvas of the night sky. I would never forget the comet—similar to Xuan, exciting, rare, and stunning.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Xuan whispered.

I looked at Xuan, but instead of looking at the sky, Xuan was staring at me. He stood, his hands jammed into his pockets, as he quickly turned his gaze to wander over the peaceful metropolis.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“In that instant, I even forgot my own name, until I heard it being whispered from his lips.

“Cassie,” he said, pulling away.

I wanted this—dreamed of it, but now that it was happen- ing, I didn’t know how I’d ever want anything else. I wanted more. I wanted him. As he held my gaze, I realized that I had never felt more alive. And I knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning of our journey together.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“I'm angry that I want her. And frustrated that I can't have her.”
― Sarah Adams

“Ivy plopped a worn-looking fedora on top of his head. “I figured you wouldn’t care about dressing up. So I came prepared. You actually look good, Cam.”
I forced myself to refocus. “Very eighties Johnny Depp,” I agreed.
He blinked his gaze away from me and straightened the hat. “I’d rather be Jack Sparrow Johnny Depp, but I didn’t dress for that either.”
“It wouldn’t fit eighties night,” Ivy said.
He scoffed. “Who says it’s 1980s and not 1780s?”
― Amanda Pennington

“I smooth the Berry Blush gloss over my lips and make a popping sound as I rub them together. The livid red smears and I scowl at my reflection. Vanessa Vamp, the cartoon bombshell who is sitting on my shoulder, legs crossed seductively and unforgivably shiny crimson hair cascading deliciously over one shoulder, giggles at my ineptitude. I stick my tongue out at her and wipe away the greasy makeup, ready for attempt number two.”
― Claire Gallagher, The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton

“What’s the story with Billy no balls anyway?” I ask Josie, as I cling to Craig’s neck with my jiggly bits on show.
Poor Josie.
I imagine with the cellulite and stretch marks it’s like looking at a sizeable chunk of cottage cheese.”
― Shauna Richmond, Screw you too!

“Seriously. I’ll wager you aren’t ten years older than me.”
“I bet I am.”
“So what? So when I’m eighty, you’ll be ninety. It’s just a number.”
I relaxed on a pile of pillows on my end of the boat. Eyes closed, I enjoyed the sunshine’s warmth on my face with the intermittent quack of ducks floating on the cool breeze. “I’m just saying, I’m not sure your eighty-year-old self will enjoy being chased by a gaggle of ninety-year-old women at the old folks’ home.”
“And I’m just saying if you were there, I’d let you catch me.”
― Kelly Elizabeth Huston, Tex Miller Is Dead

“Sometimes when I look back and analyze my past, I think the catalyst behind this story was my passion for science. I remember looking at seaweed and pond water microorganisms under a microscope during my Physical Science class my freshman year in high school and I felt exhilarated. My curiosity was awoken and I found myself instantly in love with the subject. Then, during my sophomore year in Biology, I single handedly dissected a cow’s eye and heart while my lab partner—and half the class—were busy passing out or vomiting in the bathroom, and that was it. The road ahead was clear. Set. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“I blamed seaweed and pond water microorganisms, a cow’s eyeball, and my teachers, the real culprits, for starting me down this path. Just like accident investigators put together a timeline, I call this the causation analysis of my love life.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“To the skeptics, perhaps the events that are to follow were just a coincidence and nothing more than a series of random accidents that led me to where I am today. But to the lovers and poets and dreamers, perhaps you might agree that the story about to unfold is something more. You might even agree that there are times when coincidences are so powerful that they don’t really seem like coincidences anymore. Times when you come across events that seem too strange, or too strong, to be anything other than Fate—a grand design that incorporates everything from the career paths we take, the friends we meet along the way, and the partners we choose to spend our lives with. Times like these make you question that maybe nothing in this world happens by accident. Maybe everything really does happen for a reason, as some prewritten destiny slowly takes shape and shoves you down a path—or in my case, a mountain side.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“A few years later, Raylan and I went our separate ways. He joined the military and I started the science program at the university. It was after our breakup that the thread of my life, woven from Fate’s loom, finally started to take shape. And it was because of science that I met him. The one.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“After the imposed visions of my parents, I spent my last moments thinking about science—an equation, to be precise: F = mv2/2d. I know it’s not possible to cheat death, but I hoped for a last-minute ingenious MacGyver moment where I could somehow improvise or find my way out of this mess. But it didn’t matter how many scientific equations—or terms like force of impact, kinetic energy, and all three of Newton’s laws of motions—swam through my useless brain at that moment. The chance of me surviving was highly unlikely—less than 5%. And none of the years I spent studying or memorizing scientific facts or mathematical equations would save me now.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“Ethanol plus carbon dioxide was like a demon spawn pounding against the frontal lobes of my head from the previous night at the bar.
Somewhere in the city there was a church bell ringing, and—oh, not a bell. That was my phone.
My head pounded and I felt dizzy, like I was spinning in circles on a Tilt-A-Whirl ride. Slowly, I opened an eye to try and find my cell phone. I groaned as I reached for the blue- and-silver-plated device on my nightstand. The spins from alcohol sucked.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“My ex-boyfriend was dramatic, adventurous, and selfish. At one time I thought I’d do anything to make him happy. I thought I might even love him, but I’d never told him that. He had me under his spell. That was before I found him sleeping with someone else. The three-year enchantment was broken after that. The magic lifted. Finding my boyfriend and a high school friend in bed together was horrific. Made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for him, and it took me a while to realize that wasn’t true. The aftermath of our breakup left me feeling utterly defeated, and my self-confidence plummeted to unimaginable depths—perhaps as low as the wreckage of a sunken ship or the depths of the Mariana Trench, which is known to be the deepest point in the ocean. It was that bad.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“The answer to why the equation of 1 + 1 + 1 = 0 was that Raylan didn’t want the real me. He only thought he did, and therefore the solution to the problem ended up being a simple subtraction equation.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“Xuan tucked his arm underneath my neck. “Now sleep. I’m here, and you’re safe. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. Yǒu yuán qiān lǐ lái xiāng huì.”
“What does that mean?” I muttered sleepily, my eyelids refusing to open.
“It means that even from thousands of miles away, Fate has intervened,” he said softly and wrapped his arm around me.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“The ion and dust tails seemed to be pointing away from the crackling fire of the sun. Looking more closely, one tail was gray mixed with yellow and white and the second was blue fading into teal. The color change was softer than melting wax. A bright green coma glowed around the center. I felt as though I was seeing magic for the first time as the warmth from our great star heated up the comet, causing it to spew dust and gasses into a giant glowing head larger than most planets.
The comet’s magnificence and grandeur stirred me, much like a transcendent piece of music that envelops one’s soul. “I’ve never seen a comet before,” I confessed, my voice filled with a mix of wonder and emotion.
I could feel a tear form in my eye. I blinked it away. Bello, pulchram, bela, hermoso, yafah, ómorfi, Meilì. I could express the concept of beauty in numerous languages, but none of them truly captured the essence of my feelings as I gazed at the comet. It was a sight of indescribable beauty, as if musical notes had been sketched across the canvas of the night sky. I would never forget the comet—similar to Xuan, exciting, rare, and stunning.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Xuan whispered.
I looked at Xuan, but instead of looking at the sky, Xuan was staring at me. He stood, his hands jammed into his pockets, as he quickly turned his gaze to wander over the peaceful metropolis.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“You’re mine.” His hand slid up the plane of my torso while he lowered himself over me, his hips nestling against mine.

Yes, I thought. I had been his since Colombia, and he had been mine from the start. I gasped a little at the touch, as his body fit across mine. My breathing was ragged and savage as he leaned down to kiss me, waiting for me to respond. “I love you. I’m yours,” I said.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“She said I have no life”
“Nora.” He just barely smiles. “You’re in books. Of course you don’t have a life. None of us do. There’s always something too good to read.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“I realized at that moment that I wanted it. I wanted Wes. Michael had been my endgame, but I couldn't bring myself to care about that anymore.

I wouldn't run through a train station for Michael. But I would do it for Wes.

Holy shit.”
― Lynn Painter

“Maybe it was time to redefine her perfect.”
― Holly Martin, The Cottage on Sunshine Beach