Quotes About Devotion

My books can be divided into dog eras. Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow was begun in the era of Edie and Frank and completed in the era of Leia and Frank. Good dogs, all.

I love you, Sadie," Sam said. "I know, Sam. I love you, too.

but . . . Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room.

Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room. —A.J.F.

So I will wait, because I would rather wait for you than waste my time with someone who isn't you.

Love you," she repeats.

Má»™t ngày nào Ä'ó, n?u nghÄ© ??n chuy?n k?t hôn, hãy ch?n má»™t ng??i mà trong m?t h?, con là duy nh?t.

I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.

Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room.

As he stared at her in hushed wonder, it was as though the world stopped. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, a virginal water nymph, her tender skin flushed and glistening, the long tendrils of her strawberry-blond hair twining around her arms and slender waist, her thin muslin chemise wafting around her elegant hips like the white, delicate flowers of the lily pads she had studied so carefully in the garden. He could barely breathe for sheer worship.

Her beloved lunatic needed her–whether he knew it or not. Whatever it took, she was not leaving without him.

But instead of the hearty kiss she had expected, he caressed her lips with his own in tantalizing softness until she moaned. "Oh, I need you to make love to me." "Before we're married?" he teased in a very naughty whisper. "Shocking, Miss Madsen." "You really are a Beast." "And you love me for it." "Yes. With all my heart." She trembled with sheer happiness. He was impossible--- and she wouldn't have him any other way.

He just stared at her, feeling his very soul swell with love as she padded toward him, barefooted. He loved her eyes; he loved her smile; he loved her pale, slender arms. He loved her dainty ankles, skimmed by the hem of her chemise. He loved her gliding walk and the way her long, thick hair swung around her waist as she hurried toward him. God, help him, he was her slave.

As for you, my lady..." "Hmm?" Kate murmured, a flirtatious twinkle in her eyes. "You're not that tired, are you?" he whispered. "Never," she breathed. He let out a hungry growl of laughter, kissed her soundly, and carried her into what would henceforth be their shared bedchamber- then he kicked the door shut behind them.

If we are lucky, we love what we love in part because the object is worth the effort. But sometimes the love itself-the elixir of desire-is enough to bestow the object with the transformative glitter it requires.

We love what we love in spite of ourselves, toward something larger and more generous than the velvet prison of self.

I wished she'd never stop squeezing me. I wished I could spend the rest of my life as a child, being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.

I want to be with you forever and beyond...

Drualt took Freya's warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it to his heart. Come with me,' he said. Come with me to battle, My love. Tarry at my side. Stay with me When battle is done. Tarry at my side. Laugh with me, And walk with me The long, long way. Tarry with me, My love, at my side.

He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.

want to lose myself in the work.' Andrew

Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There's no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.

Mourn, ye Graces and Loves, and all you whom the Graces love. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow, my lady's pet.

He seems to me to be equal to a god, he, if it may be, seems to surpass the very gods, who sitting opposite you again gazes at you and hears you sweetly laughing.