Quotes About Heart

romantic fiction. She

Rescue my shipwrecked heart. Come

aquella frase de Pascal de que el corazón tiene razones que la razón no entiende.

Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.

In his heart, she'd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.

Above all else, be true to your heart. When you marry, whether it be a marquis or an estate manager (or both!), it will be for life. You must go where your heart leads and never forget that love is the most precious gift of all. Money and social status are poor substitutes for a warm, tender embrace, and there is little in life more fulfilling than the joy of loving and knowledge that you are loved in return.

A person should read a book because it speaks to something in his heart.

I just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink?" He couldn't even manage that.

Oh, Elizabeth," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her mouth, "I love you so much. You must believe me." "I believe you," she said softly, "because in your eyes, I see what I feel in my heart.

Your heart is free now." "No," he whispered. "It's yours.

It seems silly now, but I was so worried you weren't the perfect man of my dreams." "No one is perfect," he said quietly. "I know." She leaned over and planted an impulsive kiss on his cheek. "You're the imperfect man of my heart, and that's even better.

He was a rogue and scoundrel, and probably a hundred other things as well, but he was her rogue and scoundrel, and she knew he possessed a heart as fine and true as any man she could ever hope to meet.

Very well," he said with a small sigh. "Ladies today are so very capable. It breaks my hea rt, really." He leaned in, almost as if sharing a secret. "No one likes to feel superfluous." Grace just stared at him. "Rendered mute by my grace and charm," he said, stepping back to allow them to exit. "It happens all the time. Really, I shouldn"t be allowed near the ladies. I have such a vexing effect on you.

He knew her, he realized. He truly knew her. Not just the usual things. In fact, he didn't know the usual things. He did not know her favorite color. Nor cold he guess her favorite animal or food. But somehow it didn't matter if he didn't knw if she preferred pink or blue or purple or black. He knew her heart. He wanted her heart.

It was going to be embarrassing regardless of what music they chose, but Honoria didn't have the heart to say it to her face. On the other hand, whichever piece they performed, they would surely butcher it past recognition. Could a difficult piece played badly be that much worse than a slightly less difficult piece played badly?

Michael felt something tearing in his chest. His heart, probably, but he was growing so used to the feeling it was a wonder he still noticed it.

Una persona debería leer un libro porque este provoca algo en su corazón.

He was her love, and he would always be her love.

And then, very sweetly, he kissed her. It tasted like the past. It tasted like her very heart.

My heart swells," she mimicked. She snapped out of her caricature, and said sternly, "Woman don't like to be on the receiving end of sarcasm." "They only like to give it," he drawled.

He knew her, he realized. He truly knew her. Not just the usual things. In fact, he didn't know the usual things. He did not know her favorite color. Nor could he guess her favorite animal or food. But somehow it didn't matter if he didn't know if she preferred pink or blue or purple or black. He knew her heart. He wanted her heart.

There is nothing in this world more precious than love.

Tiene miedo. Es mucho mas fácil cerrarse a las personas que amarlas. Si uno se rodea el corazón con un sólido muro, nadie puede acercarse lo bastante para romperlo. ¿No le parece?

El amor no tiene que ver con tener miedo a que te lo arrebaten. El amor tiene que vee con encontrar a la persona que te llene el corazón, que te hace ser una persona mejor de lo que nunca soñaste ser. Tiene que ver con mirar a tu mujer a los ojos y estar convencido hasta lo mas hondo de que ella es, sencillamente, la mejor persona que has conocido.