Not My Romeo Quotes

“My nana used to say that broken people love the hardest because they appreciate the things that make their heart beat. Do I make your heart beat?”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“You are only confined by the rules you set for yourself. Live your life,”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“You’re the little girl who always did exactly what she wanted anyway. You have so many gifts, Elena, so much talent and creativity and drive. I’m so proud of you and the person you are. And I never want you to do or be someone you aren’t. I want you to love yourself first and take your own path, even if it isn’t mine but one next to me where you go further than I ever dreamed, where you’re happy. My love for you is strong, baby girl. It holds no laws; it is limitless. I want you to be you.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“People feel how they feel. You can’t change that.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Be good and you’ll be lonely.’” He arches a brow. “Mark Twain?”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“I know you’re over there laughing at me, but I can’t look at you, because I have to read the subtitles.”

“You are so weird.”

“You have no idea.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Let’s just say I know how to satisfy a woman, to have her crave me every moment we’re apart.” I volunteer as tribute. What? No.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Didn’t know you liked K-dramas.” “Yeah, I’ve been waiting for this stupid guy to kiss this chick for about ten episodes, and if something doesn’t happen soon, I’m writing an email to the producers.” “It’s subtitled, and it’s a romance? Wow.” He takes in my open mouth. “I won’t judge you for eating a pound of bread when we met, and you don’t judge me for my K-dramas.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Men pushing each other around in tight pants, fighting over a ball? Please. Very caveman.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Straddle him like a thoroughbred, Elena. Take those reins, dig your spurs in, and ride him until you can’t walk the next day. Pound him so hard he can’t even say “Cloudy with a chance of snow” the next day.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“She took my breath then.

To know that she loved me.

That I was her one. And she was my one.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“I gave you my heart tonight in front of everyone. It felt fucking amazing.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“(...) And I had on the right shirt, er, costume, and you sat down with me, and my heart began to beat. Isn’t that fate? Isn’t that life giving us a chance? Isn’t it? Please, tell me it is, because I can’t walk away from you again without knowing you haven’t given up on me.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“You love me; do you not?”

I gape at him. That is not Romeo’s line. Or mine.

“Do you love me?”

My hands clench. “Did I not say it was so?”

“Will my love forgive me for leaving when he first heard of it? It was only fear and insecurities that drove him thus.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“My love as deep, the more I give to thee. The more I have, for both are infinite. Forever.”

He takes my hand and laces our fingers together. “Will you tell me again? No one’s ever said it and meant it, Elena.”

I shake my head at him, heart pounding. Hammering.

“I know it’s not a line, but I have to know.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?”

“The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine,” he says softly.

My lashes flutter. “I gave thee mine before you asked. I would give it again.”

I screwed it up. That was all wrong. I left out so much. Lord. Help.

He stares at me. “Would you give it again?”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took,” I say.

“Give me my sin again,” he murmurs.

I swallow. He’s jumped ahead a few lines, but I nod and kiss him again.

He slants his mouth across mine and sighs, his hand still on my face, our bodies closer than they should be.

“Elena.” It’s not loud, but it’s audible and clear. The cast keeps on, never looking at us. His eyes search mine as he opens his mouth, as if to say something, but it’s my line.

“You kiss by th’ book,” I say ardently—like the line calls for.

“Then I’ll take another.”

That is not the line.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“I love you,” I say, the words broken. “I knew you’d sweep me away—and in the end, you’d crush me. I stayed right with you all the way because I couldn’t bear to not be part of your world!”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“God. Elena . . .”

“No one’s ever said my name like you do.”

He pauses and cups my face. “Good.”

I smile at how breathless he is, the stillness of him, that hint of anxiousness on his face, as if he’s afraid I might disappear.

He stares down at me, an unsure look on his face.

“I’m not disappearing.”

His eyes close briefly. “I’d die if you leave.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“It’s not that pretty of a story.” “Scars usually aren’t.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“And those eyes. They glitter like topaz. No wonder you rode that stallion.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Baby, please come. I need to fuck you,” he rumbles.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“I love to sketch but am too embarrassed to show anyone. I won a national championship my senior year, the Heisman when I was a junior. I’m actually . . . shy. Dwight Schrute from The Office makes me laugh until I cry. And recently, I’ve discovered I have an insatiable penchant for hot librarians.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“He’s a Greek god on steroids.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo

“Is that . . . are those tiny flying pigs on your shirt?” I ask as I narrow my gaze, taking in the white shirt buttoned up to a black velvet Peter Pan collar. “Yes. The fabric is from a designer in New York. I ordered it a month ago and went crazy. I even made Romeo a pillow.” “Is that the new wide receiver for the Saints? Drafted last year?” She cocks her head. “Hardly. He’s my little potbellied pig. A teacup.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Not My Romeo