Quotes About Devotion

I love you more than piranhas love chicken wings.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted Jess safe, and he wanted her back in his arms.

He sighed and picked up Charlie, who licked his chin. "That's the good thing about dogs, isn't it? They look at you like you're a hero just for loving them.

For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds. —Psalm 57:10

Work hard and cheerfully at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.

He delights in every detail of their lives. Psalm 37:23.

I'm going to kiss you . . . everywhere. I'm going to kiss you until you swoon with pleasure, until you melt like sugar beneath my lips, until you cry out my name in the throes of passion. I am in love with you, Pirate Queen, whether or not you believe in the notion.

They sat together for a long moment; then, eventually, he let his leg swing over and purposely bump hers. She looked up at him, and found him smiling down at her, his eyes full of teading confidence, and in that moment she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, anything, in the entire span of her life.

Dear God, he'd come so close to losing her. Too close. The very thought of how near she'd come to death was enough to take years off his life. Well, no more. He vowed that once he married her, all piratical activity on her part would come to an abrupt end. She could play the Pirate Queen in bed, but beyond that, she would be Lady Falconer, pampered, cherished, adored, and living the life that he, as the most senior officer in the Caribbean, could well afford to give her.

He reached up, caught her hand, pressed it to his lips, and on a resigned breath, murmured, "Emma, dear, sweet, Emma . . . what would I do without you?" "You'd get on just fine," she joked, "for you are Nelson. Now be still—we 'ave much to do before Sir Graham and 'is bride-to-be arrive!

He knelt down before her, and put his fingertips beneath her chin, lifting her head so that she had no choice but to look up at him. "I love you, Maeve," he murmured. "Nothing can change that. I love you, and I would like you to be my wife.

I didn't do anything wrong, Gray. I merely saved your life, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. Her throat tightened and she blinked back sudden tears. I'd do it again in a heartbeat because, dammit, I love you.

Miss Leighton." "Lord Charles?" He gave her that special smile that melted everything inside her. "You are an angel. And don't forget it." You

After making love to Juliet well into the wee hours, it was no wonder that Gareth's eyes felt like lead when he opened them the following morning. Even so, as he gazed lovingly at his sleeping wife, he wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms, bury his face in her silky, unbound hair, and cuddle away the morning. The afternoon. The whole day. If

That which I wish to tell you, Damon . . . is that I love you." He drew her to him, unable to contain himself any longer. "I love you too, Gwyneth. God help me, I do." He felt her arms go around him, pulling him up and into her embrace, and as he leaned his forehead against her shoulder and the great, hitching sobs claimed him, the light shone upon him at last.

And sometime during that long hour that he held her, Lord Gareth de Montforte ceased being the man she'd married and became her best friend.

I wish to marry you, Maeve, because I'm an honorable man. I wish to marry you because you are everything I ever wanted in a woman. It has nothing to do with ownership, I wish to marry you because, dammit, I love you!

He stared down at her, slowly shaking his head. "How can any man look upon you and not want to possess you, wholly and fully?" "You're looking upon me," she said softly, invitingly, "and I have yet to see you begin the process of possessing me wholly and fully." Lowering his head until his forehead touched hers, he gazed deeply into her eyes. "I know I've been a brute in the past, but I swear to you, Gwyneth, I shall be as gentle, as considerate as you deserve to have me be.

You are the most exotically beautiful woman I have ever met," he whispered against her forehead. "Don't ever leave me, Amy. I beg of you, never leave me." "I couldn't Charles, not even if I wanted to." And

I love ye, Nerissa O' Devir," he murmured softly. "Ye're the best thing that's ever come into me life. 'Til the day I die, I'll be thankin' the good Lord and every saint in heaven for sendin' ye to me.

And where are you going, Admiral? . . . Don't you ever sleep?" She sensed him kneeling down beside her, felt his breath on her cheek as he lovingly absorbed every detail of her face and smoothed the wispy hair that had come loose from the braid. "Sleep? Not when my lovely Queen is under my protection. I am an officer, Majesty, and I have my sworn duty." An officer. Guarding the lives of those he loved. "I love you, Maeve," he said softly, and kissed her.

I'll make you happy, Juliet," he announced, still lounging on the bed with one leg propped over his bent knee, his stockinged foot bouncing playfully up and down. His eyes were warm and laughing. "Providing you can be patient and understanding with me whilst I fumble my way from wild young bachelor to tame and loving husband." He grinned. "I'm impossibly hopeless, you know." "Yes. I know.

And Amy, smiling up at him, felt everything inside of her begin to melt as she gazed up into that clear, quietly observing stare. He had the warmest eyes. The warmest smile. The warmest hands. And, toward everyone but himself, the very warmest heart. The Beloved One, indeed. The power of her love for him nearly brought her to tears. She

The limbic system is essentially devoted to moving us rapidly toward or away from things in life that are relevant to our survival.