Quotes About Devotion

It is just that I have always been determined, you see, to marry someone I loved.

I love you,' he whispered again, against the top of her head.

I care to marry only a gentleman who loves me.

I want you to know—and I swear by all that I once held honorable that I tell the truth—that I loved you when we came here together . . . I loved you, Becky, with the whole of my being.

Love me, she whispered. Go on loving me, Piers. Don't stop. Never, he promised her with his eyes.

She wanted his very soul, it seemed. Well, she would have it. He had no more use for it himself.

Robert...When you are eighty-two years old, know that there is an eighty-year-old woman somewhere who loves you. Isn't that a delightful thought to keep you going for the next fifty years or so?" "You will probably still have a court of admirers," he said, "and will not be interested in knowing that there is also an eighty-two-year-old man who loves you.

She had kissed him back, eagerly, inexpertly . . . and had rashly gazed into his eyes afterward and told him with passionate conviction that she loved him, that she would always, always love him.

He would never stop loving her. Never.

There is no other woman as lovely as you . . . And only you can satisfy my soul.

Have you missed me, Elizabeth? She considered. Yes, I have, she said. I feel relaxed and at home with you, William. Nothing more? he asked ruefully. I cannot say I feel relaxed with you. I love you, I believe.

You do know her rather well, your Grace, he said with respect. Eversleigh regarded his brother-in-law steadily. Of course, he said. I happen to love her, you see.

I will always think of you and always love you.

I'll never stop loving you. Don't expect it of me.

Allie. The woman he had loved in different ways for fourteen years. But always deeply. Always more deeply than he had loved anyone or anything else, including himself. Especially himself. Indeed, he was very close to hating himself at that moment.

She lived in a world which she could make perfect for those she loved and in which her own comfort and happiness mattered not at all.

Then marry me, he said . . . You like me, do you not, Elizabeth? We could have a good friendship, I believe, a good life together. I have enough love for both of us. I should never demand more than you are prepared to give.

Do you love me? she asked him, lifting her face to his . . . He kissed her. She clung to him, tasting his answer in his mouth.

But body and mind knew alike that he was Piers, that she had given all of herself to him, with nothing held back. She knew it, and she reveled in the knowledge. For all her life she would know that they had been lovers for one brief and glorious night.

He was, he realized without any real surprise, quite irrevocably in love with her. Her joy was his; her pain was his. There was no point in further denial—not to himself at least.

Ah, something about young love, I believe. There is no stopping it, apparently.

I could not crave any other woman when there was you.

Do you not know that I love you more than is good for me?

I was completely enchanted, and have been ever since. Don't you know how you have turned my world upside down?