Enemies To Lovers Quotes

“I was raised in hatred, Roma. I could never be your lover, only your killer.”
― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights

“No one else can close the door that God has opened for you,” she quietly said under her breath. That was something that Grandma Alice had said to her many times before her death.

“I miss you, Alice,” she whispered, “and wish you were here with me now.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“You still love me. It's possible." Gods, do I ache to kiss her, to remind her exactly what we are together, but I won't, not until she asks. "I'm not afraid of hard work, especially not when I know just how sweet the rewards are. I would rather loose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I'll do it. You gave me your heart, and I'm keeping it." She already owns mine, even if she doesn't realize it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“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

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to watch where you were going?” he teased.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to put your things away so that people didn’t trip over them?” she quickly fired back, irritated that he found the entire situation amusing. “And while we are talking, I truly need to know. Do you ever wear clothes?”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“After a long moment, he said, "Aleksander."
A little laugh escaped me. He arched a brow, a smile tugging at his lips. "What?"
"It's just so... common." Such an ordinary name, held by kings and peasants alike.
His smile deepened and he cocked his head to the side. It almost hurt to see him this way. "Will you say it?" he asked.
"Aleksander," I whispered.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“We were enemies, no matter the truths. No matter that I loved him.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Spouses and lovers may come and go, but our children are our children forever.”
― Patricia D'Arcy Laughlin, Sacrifices Beyond Kingdoms: A Provocative Romance Torn Between Continents and Cultures

“I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet.'

'Because that's not creepy.' I let the coffee warm my freezing hands.

'Can't know how to ruin someone without understanding them first,' he says quietly.

I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. 'And is that still your plan?' Mira's words have haunted me for two days.

He flinches. 'No.'

'What changed?' Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. 'When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?'

'Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,' he says. 'Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.' My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. 'Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?'

'Don't do that,' I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze.

'Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?'

'Either.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Tell me again what you said at the revel," he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

"What?" I can barely think.

"That you hate me," he says, his voice hoarse. "Tell me that you hate me."

"I hate you," I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

He kisses me harder.

"I hate you," I breathe into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Love was the quiet hum of a lullaby slipping past sleeping ears on a late November evening.”
― J. Rose Black, Chasing Headlines

“You have the maturity of a 14-year-old boy!“ Kennedy hisses.
"And you have the chest of one.”
― Emma Chase, Appealed

“And when we arent partners anymore? Should I fear for my life?' "That would be wise, yes.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I missed you," I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. "In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you."

"My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned." He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest. We are still lying on the floor, although a perfectly good bed is right next to us.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“He was terrified she'd go and do something brutal, like smile at him.”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory

“How do you tell the person you’ve spent four years trying to destroy that you have a crush on them?”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“he’d set fire to the world around him but never let a flame touch her”
― SenLinYu, Anthology

“You like it,” he says. There’s a glint
in his eyes, like he understands something I don’t. “You like that nickname."

And . . . I kind of do. It hasn’t felt irritating in a while. It’s only his, a language only we have, even if it’s a reference I don’t understand.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, Today Tonight Tomorrow

“What was it like?" I ask. "Being a serpent."

He hesitates. "It was like being trapped in the dark," he says. "I was alone, and my instinct was to lash out. I was perhaps not entirely an animal, but neither was I myself. I could not reason. There was only feelings--hatred and terror and the desire to destroy."

I start to speak, but he stops me with a gesture. "And you." He looks at me, his lips curving in something that's not quite a smile; it's more and less than that. "I knew little else, but I always knew you."

And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“For months they flirted and pretended and toed the line between enemy and friend, both knowing who the other was but neither admitting to it, both trying to gain something from this friendship but being uncareful, falling too deep without knowing.”
― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights

“It's a challenge. This is what we do, I realize. We talk in circles. We give each other riddles, confounding clues, half answers. Everything and anything but the truth.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn't Find You

“She's not the type to swoon for pretty lies.”
― Brigid Kemmerer, A Curse So Dark and Lonely

“I'm hoping that hawk returns, and instead of snatching up poor helpless animals and children, it grabs you”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Say you came back for me," he whispered. There was a thread of desire in his voice that threatened the good sense in her head, her very composure. "Tell me you came to find me. That you changed your mind."

"How--how can you even say such things," she said, her hands beginning to tremble, "on an evening you are meant to choose another as your bride?"

"I choose you," he said simply. "I want you.”
― Tahereh Mafi, This Woven Kingdom

“Her heart was beating so hard she could hardly hear her own thoughts. Cyrus had looked at her many times since she'd met him, and always with varying levels of intensity, but never quite like this. Never like he wanted to fall to his knees before her.”
― Tahereh Mafi, These Infinite Threads

“Hatred begins to emerge like love and it's not too far from love.”
― Oscar Auliq-Ice

“I stand and hold her until the music fades and the night grows too cold.

But inside I'm warm, and my heart wants to sing.”
― Brigid Kemmerer, A Curse So Dark and Lonely

“The feud keeps taking and hurting and killing and still I couldn't stop loving you even when I thought I hated you.”
― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights

“The constant, gnawing ache inside him---this pitiful need that grew only more fraught in the wake of every darkness that devoured him---he longed for her warmth, for her radiance.”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory