I thought it would be fun to add our favourite Romantic scenes!
One of my most favourite is from The Silver Thaw - Betty Neels.
H loves the h, but he's very taciturn so it makes his speech even better. Too bad he takes it all back at the very end, in fear the heroine doesn't love him back. ****************************** “She wanted desperately to put out her hand and clutch his arm and explain why she was sad, and not because of Tom, who had suddenly become quite unimportant, but because she loved him so much and he didn't care two straws for her. 'I'm very happy,' she said a shade too loudly. As the waiter went past she took another glass of champagne. 'Happy? Oh yes, and I'm sure you will be— -because you will make your own happiness. You'll tend it with all the care of someone holding a last candle in the dark. You'll learn to make do with second best; a great many men and women do, you know. Just a few know what real happiness is— to love someone so much that nothing else matters any more, only the two of you and the life you share.' Gideon smiled faintly. 'We could have been like that, you and I. You know that deep in your heart, don't you, my darling? And do you know something else? If it would make you happy, I would give up all I have and live in a desert with you, or on top of a mountain. I'd pluck the moon from the sky and hang the stars round your beautiful neck. The world could be paradise.' He sighed. 'But most of us, as I said, make do with second best.' Amelia drank in every word, her insides glowing with excitement. He loved her—he must, to talk to her like that. She had only to explain...
The next minute she knew that she never would. He laughed suddenly and the mockery in his laugh was so blatant that she winced. 'What nonsense one talks at weddings! Come and meet Fiona; we came together—we've known each other for a long time.”
**swoon**
Last Edit: Oct 28, 2017 17:41:51 GMT -7 by bookworm
Post by tealadytoo on Oct 28, 2017 18:30:48 GMT -7
Jane Eyre - Where Rochester is talking about finding her a job in Ireland if he marries:
****************** “It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?” I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still. “Because,” he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.
You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.
You liked that Jane Eyre scene enough to post it twice, tealadytoo?
One of my favorite scenes is from Mary Balogh's Only Beloved, the last in her Survivors' Club series. Dora (the heroine) and her mother are talking about having each married recently (Dora's mother remarried), and her mother says, "I do love him, you know. And it is very clear that yours is a love match."
Was it? Dora loved George with all her heart, but did he love her with all his? Sometimes she believed it.
Then later, after Dora almost dies, she finds out that he called her his beloved (she wasn't sure if she'd dreamed it after her accident), and asks him about it.
"George," she said after a brief hesitation, "when you came out to me at the cliffs and held me and I fainted, did you say something to me?" His brow furrowed in thought. "I believe I said something profound to the effect that I had you and you were safe," he said. "You asked me what had kept me." Oh, goodness. Had she really? "After that," she said. She felt him swallow. "I told you that I loved you," he said. "'Ah, Dora. My beloved. My only beloved,'" she said. "That is what I thought you said." "It is an old-fashioned word, is it not?" he said. "A beautiful one, though. Sometimes one feels the need of a word more powerful than love, or at least one more exclusive to the love of one's heart." "Is that what I am?" she asked? "Oh, yes," he said. "You are everything I hoped you would be to me, Dora--companion, friend, lover. I can remember telling you that I did not have the passion of romantic love to offer, only a quieter sort of affection. I was wrong about that. The word may sound a bit ostentatious, but it perfectly describes what you are to me--my only beloved."
I imagine this quiet, serious man baring his heart to his wife--this is my favorite of the books in the Survivors' Club series.
The Courtship Dance by Candace Camp. A 2nd chance rom. H & h were secretly engaged 15 years ago. Favorite scene-when he rejects every lady on heroine's potential wives list ( b/c he only wants her). He also defends her honor verbally and otherwise. A real hero!
Post by secretromancejunkie on Oct 28, 2017 20:39:15 GMT -7
I remember a scene from a book. I think it was one of the Bridgerton series by Julia Quinn. If I find it, I'll post more specifics. But basically:
The h has an annoying sister who constantly seeks attention. Often by fainting, expecting someone to catch her. The h notices her sister is about to go again and is expecting the h to catch her. The h takes a discreet step to the side and the sister hits the ground. Pricelessly funny!
Another is the moment when Ian tells Beth how he feels about her. Ian has aspergers, so it is a unique declaration. But I don't want to spoil it for anyone that hasn't read it yet. This is one of my top five romance books of all time. The Madness of Lord Ian MacKenzie
Post by Banana Boat on Oct 28, 2017 21:04:14 GMT -7
ml, Didn't you love the part where she finds out that the H had buying all of her jewelry, the jewelry she pawned, only to have saved it for her? That was so romantic. 🎃
ml, Didn't you love the part where she finds out that the H had buying all of her jewelry, the jewelry she pawned, only to have saved it for her? That was so romantic. 🎃
Yes, he was so sweet behind the scenes. He had his servant buy back her jewelry and the silver and so on. He was crazy in love w/ her but not a stalker. Low key on his part for awhile. Usually I don't like big time gaps in a relationship, but this one was an exception. I have this as a DTB & I need to quote some of his endearments. When he needed to intimidate others (not heroine) he used his "Duke face." LOL & LOL!!!
You are as radiant as always. H to h. Some widows are the most beautiful women in the ton (he's speaking of h). H to h. Such elegance and whimsy could only be your's (h helps plan party). H to h. .....make everyone wonder how I caught a jewel such as you. H to h. I burn for you. I am like a schoolboy again. H to h. I thought I could subtly woo you under the guise of letting you find me a wife. H to h.
Note---- They argue a few times and you can feel the passion build.
Leo Hathaway's love confession to Catherine. I adore Leo and his sense of humor his quick wit. He never wanted to fall ever again, but then Catherine happened.
“I know I'm a bad bargain. But I'm begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with you."
He fought to steady his voice. "Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.”
and
“I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Married By Morning
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". . . Wanting you is how I was able to see that I love you. But the funny thing is…I did know right away that you are meant to be part of me, and do you know why? I stopped breathing when I first saw you. But the irony is you, when I’m with you, I feel like every breath is my first one, and…I was never really alive until I touched you. So clearly, in order to continue living, to keep breathing, I need to be with you.”
You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.
This is a favourite scene of mine from Passion by Lisa Valdez. I love this book, it's one of my top 10 historical romances to reread.
A bit of history about the hero Mark, for those who have never read this book before. Mark is the firstborn son of an Earl, his mother despised her husband, who then in turn, despised her firstborn son. Mark never had the love of a mother, only ever had the love of his father and brother. His father has since passed and was not part of this story.
This scene brings me to tears each and every time I read it. Including right now.
Tears that belonged to a boy welled in him. “Please, Passion, don’t run away from me.” She turned and gripped the door frame. Her lips trembled. “I won’t. I’ll stay.” His sore eyes shut for a moment in relief, and he closed the small distance between them. She was so close. His heart thundered in his chest. If he didn’t say the words now, he would never say them. Yet old fears and old pains burned with a new intensity. His head swam. He looked into her beautiful eyes—eyes that regarded him with tenderness, pain, longing, and hope. Hope—his only hope. “I came to tell you—I came to tell you that I love you.” Passion’s face crumbled, and with a sob, she turned her face against the jamb and wept. “I love you,” he repeated. With a choked cry, Passion threw herself into his arms. Oh, God! His heart burst and his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees and clung to her. “Please, don’t cry,” he murmured, pressing his cheek into the curve of her waist. He felt his tears on his face, but his voice was unwavering. “Once, long ago, I begged for love. I swore I would never do it again. But I’m begging you now, Passion. Please, love me.” Her hands slipped through his hair, and he pressed his face against her. “Please. For, I love you. I love you with all that I am and all that I will ever be. I love you in this life and the next. I love you. I love you.” She bent over him, and her voice was full of tears. “You never need beg me for love. Never! I give my love to you freely, with a full heart. I love you, Mark. I love you.” He squeezed his eyes shut, but still, he wept. They collapsed together to the floor, and years of sorrow, grief, and neglect poured out of him. He had waited a lifetime for her words. He had waited a lifetime for her. He knew now that love was the radiance that had been unreadable to him before. Though he had observed it in her face and studied it in her drawing of him, it had remained a mystery. How could he recognize something he’d never had, something he didn’t even acknowledge? Now that he understood, it was too late. Finally, he had won a woman’s love—Passion’s perfect love—and now he must live a lifetime without it. He sobbed and sobbed against her breast as she held him and rocked him. And for as long as he cried, she held him. And the only words she spoke, over and over, were “I love you.”