Quotes About Relationships

It's difficult when you love someone whom you know on some level is wicked.

Have you ever loved anyone?" "You mean besides my mum?" Luke was dumbfounded as he stared at Jack. He knew his friend's story. "She sold you when you were five." Jack shrugged. "Doesn't mean I didn't love her. Just means she didn't love me.

Oh, Papa, I've done something terribly silly. I've fallen in love with someone, and he loves another. The strange thing is, as much as it hurts, I only want him to be happy. And if she'll make him happy, I want him to have her.

Why couldn't women understand that hate could not hurt if there was no semblance of love?

Maybe in time, once your feelings for Dee deepen—" "That's my problem, Houston. I think I've fallen in love with her and I've got no earthly idea how to make her love me." -Dallas and Houston

Could love have only one side to it and still be love?

Austin could do little more than stare at the woman. "It's a prairie dog," he reminded her. Cautiously, she brushed her fingers over its head. "It's just a baby. Please help her." Dee was looking at him with so much hope in her big brown eyes that he couldn't do what he knew needed to be done. He slipped his gun into his holster. Thank God, she was married to his brother and not to him. Dallas could break her heart. Austin wouldn't.

I know you don't think he's good enough for me, but then you don't think any man is good enough for me.

I have come to discover men are such prideful creatures." "And we're not?" "Of course we are. But we are more capable of bending. Men tend to break.

With a book, she could at least visit with people, even if it was vicariously, even if they didn't exist beyond someone's imagination.

I adore you, Frannie. You know that. I always have." She gave him the smile that had always warmed him, but it was not that threatened to bring him to his knees. He would kill to keep that smile on her face. But to keep Catherine smiling, he would willingly die. "But you love Catherine," Frannie said quietly.

You deserve better than a man who requires reforming.

Dr. Freeman said she couldn't have children. Christ, I'll never touch her again." "You'll touch her," Houston said. Dallas looked up, determination etched deeply in the lines of his face. "No, I won't." "Yes, you will. One night, she'll curl up against you, all innocent-like—" Compassion, understanding, and a wealth of sympathy filled Houston's gaze. "You'll touch her.

I appreciate all the trouble you went to in order to ensure my survival." "Purely selfish, I assure you." "Because you need me to oversee your household?" "Because I need you to marry. Men tend to frown at the notion of marrying someone who isn't breathing.

Once, when our paths crossed, he told me that the kindest thing I'd ever done was to not marry him. Perhaps because he was passionately in love with a woman who possessed the wisdom to adore him as he deserved.

Hell of a thing when a man's hatred for another is greater than his love for his grandchild.

She wasn't sure that her fascination with him was entirely healthy. As a matter of fact, she was fairly certain it wasn't.

In all likelihood he would eventually destroy her, unless he found the strength to let her go.

Tragedy makes for strange bedfellows.

of each other, and I daresay we'd all be rather boring.

Allow me to introduce Viscount Fitzwilliam," Lady Ivers continued. Sebastian had a strong need to groan. The night would no doubt be filled with tedious introductions. "You are a fortunate man, my lord, to have won Lady Mary over." "I'd have not asked for her hand in marriage if I'd thought otherwise." Right then. So we're not going to get along famously.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn't. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out how I'm doing by how many people remember; it's like the old fantasy of attending your own funeral: You get to see who your friends are, get to see who shows up.

She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose, trembling mouth... People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the hide-and-seek of the heart dashing across. With a phone, you said words, but you never watched them go in. You saw them off at the airport but never knew whether there was anyone there to greet them when they got off the plane.