Quotes About Devotion

Daddy looked at her hard, and right before my eyes, he changed. I watched him inflate again, shake off his own emotions and puff himself up for her. Become her man. Her rock. I smiled. I loved him so much. He'd dragged mom kicking and screaming from grief once before and I knew I could rest easy that he would never let grief steal her from him again. No matter what happened to me.

Each time I say, Thank you, I'm telling him he's my sun, moon, and stars. And each time Barrons replies, Always. Mac, I know what it means. His "always" is a pledge of love, a promise eternal, and a guarantee that while we may never live happily ever after for very long, we will live. Together. Vibrantly and passionately. Fire to his ice. Ice to my fever.

But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.

Och, woman," he said softly, "you show me Heaven and ask me to revisit Hell? Not now, sweet Jessica. Now is for us. No grim thoughts. Only us .

O ye of little faith. Why would you run? Do you still believe there's any incarnation of you I wouldn't want? Wouldn't go after determined to share a life with, to the end of space and time itself?

Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was the lucky one. Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering.

Do you, Gavrael Roderick—" "I do." Jillian nudged him. He arched a brow and frowned. "Well, I do. Must we go through all this? I do. I swear a man has never 'I do'd' more fervently than I. I just want to be married to you, lass.

He was furious with me. I didn't care. He was back. He was alive. My heart did a flip- flop. I thrilled to his presence. I would anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances. No matter what he was, what he'd done.

He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he tries not to laugh.

And Barrons is Mac's as much as something like him is ever anyone's

Change requires an admission of error. Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them.

You loved me." It wasn't a question, but he answered it readily. "I do. More than life. My heart. I didn't just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn't live. And I couldn't breathe without you." "Are you a man who has more than one heart?" "Nay. Only this one. But it's bitter and dark now from the pain I've brought you.

He will concede for her. Always only for her.

Och, Christ, woman," he hissed. Devouring the space between them in two strides, he cupped her jaw with one big hand, tipped her face up, and claimed her mouth in a kiss. Once, twice, three times. Then he drew back and glared down at her. "I thought you were dead. I couldn't fucking get out of there and I thought of a thousand things I'd done wrong and imagined a million deaths for you. Kiss me, Jessica. Show me you're alive.

I would have bargained with the devil for you, too, lass," he said softly. "I'd have done anything too. I love you, Jessica. You are my one true mate, lass. Never forget that.

Are you ruled by a heart that foolishly imprinted on the wrong man? Like most humans, are you incapable of change? Change requires an admission of error. Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them." "My heart hasn't imprinted on anyone." "Good. Then it may yet be mine.

He had so many ambitions. She had but one. To love.

Love, once given, is forever. It canna simply go away.

I think that's what love is; holding someone sacred, honoring them, protecting them, living up to the very best of them.

Cages were funny things. Although I'd escaped with my body long ago, only recently had my heart finally broken free. Healed by the love of a man who'd been willing to sacrifice everything, even give me up if he had to, just to see me rise.

She loved him. She'd said it. Of course she'd shouted it at him, but a man could deal with that when the woman loved him more than the whole world was big. He laughed exultantly, turned sharply on his heel, and hurried off to catch her. And to tell her that, since he was bigger, he was fair certain he loved her more.

Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

You tried to barter with the devil himself for me, you crazy woman. Bloody hell, doona you ever risk your life for mine. Ever! Do you hear me?

Quod not cogit amor? (Is there anything love couldn't make us do?)