And then there was swoon.

The other day, a friend from a writing workshop I attend told me that whenever she’s writing a romance scene she asks herself: Would this make Mel swoon?

Oh how I was flattered.

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I told a critique partner last week that one of his scenes made me swoon. He didn’t know what that meant. I was horrified and I may have yelled. I did my best to explain it, but in the end, it boiled down to this: You know it’s swoon when you feel the butterflies. The flutters.

While we joked in workshop if a piece would get a WTMMS (Would this make Mel swoon) stamp of approval, it was all in good fun. I mean, frankly, who am I to judge swoon? What make one swoon, may not even get the smallest of flutters from another.

 So, I asked on Twitter: What is your most favorite swoony line from a book? HO BOY did I get lots. Brace yourself.

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“If you weren’t driving, I’d kiss you senseless,” I tell him.

He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly.
“Not driving any more.” —On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta

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—-Unravel Me. by: Tahereh Mafi

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.”

—Persuasion by: Jane Austen

“I know you don’t want this, Katsa. But I can’t help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I’m afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you’ll… oh, I don’t know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me,” he said, his voice breaking and his eyes dropping from her face. His face dropping into his hands. “I love you,” he said. “You’re more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be. And I’ve made you cry; and there I’ll stop.”

—Graceling by: Kristin Cashore

“Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you.”

—Daughter of Smoke & Bone by: Laini Taylor

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“Oh, God,” he whispers, reaching his hand behind my neck and bringing my lips to his. “Let’s let the whole fucking world explode this time.”

~~~The Sky is Everywhere by: Jandy Nelson

 “I would have been an atheist but for you proving to me that both heaven and hell were real, even if they existed only when I was with you.”

—The Prince by: Tiffany Reisz

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—Perks of Being a Wallflower by: Stephen Chbosky

“when the day shall come that we do part, if my last words are not I love you, ye’ll ken it was because i didna have time.”

—Outlander by:  Diana Gabaldo

There were a few books that had multiple swoon-worthy lines. I have to say…I agree!

“If you stay, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I’ll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it’d be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I’d do it. I can lose you like that if I don’t lose you today. I’ll let you go. If you stay.”

~~~

“Please Mia,” he implores. “Don’t make me write a song.”

~~~

“You don’t share me. You own me.”

~~~

“I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I’ve lost it. And I have to fight the urge to take her by the shoulders and slam her against a shuttered building until we feel the vibrations ringing through both of us. Because I suddenly want to hear her bones rattle. I want to feel the softness of her flesh give, to hear her gasp as my hip bone jams into her. I want to yank her head back until her neck is exposed. I want to rip my hands through her hair until her breath is labored. I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears. And then I want to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can’t understand.”

—If I Stay/Where She Went by: Gayle Foreman

“I’ve got my girl and my guitar, and for me that’s enough.”

~~~

“I laid it all out for him: Eliza believes in me, she moves me, and she’s moved BY me. She makes me happy, she makes me sad, she makes me try harder, she makes me laugh, and she makes me feel like I can fly. Isn’t that the goddamn definition of Love?”

~~~

But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we’d be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.”

~~~

“I hate the word CAN’T. I wish it had never been dreamed up, spoken, or defined. I wish the concept of CAN’T could be eradicated not only from language, but more importantly from the psyche of a girl who is filled with some much CAN it seeps out of her pores and scents the air”

How to Kill a Rock Star by: Tiffanie DeBartolo

“Gone for a while

Hoping, always, to return

If you will let me”

~~~

“You. Yes. You”

—The Jessica Darling Series by: Megan McCafferty

“You can be Han Solo,” he said, kissing her throat. “And I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.”

~~

“Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.”

She shook her head. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t talk about after.”

“I just meant that… I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too…. That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I’m trying to say is, you’re it. This is it for me.”

—Eleanor and Park by: Rainbow Rowell

“Say my name again,” he whispers.

I close my eyes and lean forward. “Étienne.”

He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. “Anna?”

Our foreheads touch. “Yes?”

“Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”

His eyes lock on mine. “Anna, I promise that I will never leave you.”

My heart pounds in response. And Étienne knows it, because he takes my hand and holds it against his chest, to show me how hard his heart is pounding, too.”

~~~

 “I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”

—Anna and the French Kiss by: Stephanie Perkins


(Yes. That last GIF is a shout-out to my fandom friends. “Hello, Spark.”)

And there you have it, guys and dolls. Thank you for sending me so much swoon.

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4 responses

  1. Love this post! It would be perfect to read when having a crap day.

  2. HELLO, SPARK! *sigh*

    Oh, how I loved the swoons.

  3. A lot of those are on my swoon list, too. *swoony-sigh*

  4. Awww, such a sweet post! And “Hello, Spark” will forever make me weak in the knees. *swoony sigh*

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