Quotes About Devotion

I love you," he said, and it felt as if the whole world settled into place when he finally told her. "I love you, and I cannot bear the thought of a moment without you. I want you at my side and in my bed. I want you to bear my children, and I want every bloody person in the world to know that you are mine.

He looked down at the first entry. 2 MARCH1810 Today I fell in love. A tear welled up in his eye. "Me too, my love. Me too.

This was Penelope, and this was love.

You're mine," he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid inside. "You're mine." And much later, when they were exhausted and spent, lying in each other's arms, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "And I'm yours.

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

It wasn"t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.

She was in love. Lady Sarah Pleinsworth was in love. And it was grand.

You have asked her to marry you, I hope'' ''I might have demanded it'', he admitted. ''Even better

I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there

Grace-" He scowled, then laughed. "What the devil is your middle name?" "Catriona." she whispered. "Grace Catriona Eversleigh," he said, loud and sure, "I love you.

It was simple. His world was Kate. If he denied that, he might as well stop breathing right now.

In this room,in this minite,she was his everything

Lucy," he whispered. She closed her eyes. "Be with me," he said. Slowly, she shook her head. "Please don't." He tugged her closer and pulled the candlestick from her slackening fingers. "Be with me, Lucy Abernathy. Be my love, be my wife.

If I wanted Belle," he cut in, "I would have asked her to marry me." He pulled her more tightly against him. "Henry, I love you. I'd love you if you wore a sackcloth. I'd love you if you had a mustache." He paused and tweaked her nose. "Well, the mustache would be difficult. Please promise me you won't grow one.

Ti amo – le disse a voce bassa e ardente – Ti amo con tutto quello che sono, con tutto quello che sono stato e con tutto quello che spero di essere. – Colin… – Ti amo con il mio passato e ti amo per il mio futuro. – La baciò dolcemente sulle labbra – Ti amo per i figli che avremo e per gli anni che vivremo insieme. Ti amo con tutto me stesso e per ognuno dei miei sorrisi e, più ancora, per tutto ciò che sei e per ogni tuo sorriso.

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.

You may love me more, but I will love you better.

His love hadn't been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he'd reached this moment, and he suddenly knew. He loved her.

He was hungry, needy, and he kissed her as if he would die without her, as if she were his very food, his air, his body and soul.

And in that moment, she knew she loved him. With every thought, every emotion, every piece of her being, she loved him.

He loved her. He'd said it, and even though she couldn't quite believe it, she believed *him*.

George, I will stand with you between the heavens and the earth. I will tell you where you are.