Quotes About Relationships

Getting a woman's body and getting her heart are two different things. And gaining her trust is another problem entirely.

It can happen like that. It can build slowly. It can come like a gentle rainfall, or it can slam into you like a tsunami. You are my tsunami, love.

Sweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.

Yes, he would be gone, but she knew now what it meant to love. She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good.

Some couples--most couples--waited years and years before they developed the ability to read or to feel each other so well. Then there were those very few who touched each other so deeply, so perfectly that first time that the bond was almost immediate.

I'd rather watch SpongeBob with with Kimmy than talk to you. At least that stupid yellow sponge tries to make sense.

As Rowdy watched his father leave the room, a heavy sigh slipped past his lips. Maria's objections to his relationship made more sense now. He shook his head, realizing how well his father, James Salyers, and Maria had kept that secret. Reputations. Theirs was intact, but his wasn't. And now, he was risking Kelly's as well.

God, she loved him. If she could give him his every desire then she would do it in a second, but some things she knew she couldn't do. Dawg and Natches she couldn't do. And she had no idea how to tell him.

Questions still plagued her, as did an instinctive discomfort regarding the idea that Rowdy could ever want to touch another woman, no matter the relationship that developed between her and his cousins.

Dawg's been chasing you for years, Crista. What's up?" Crista's eyes burned with anger as she slowly tucked the ordering pad into her back pocket and glared at him furiously. "I'm not a plaything for the three of you," she snarled then, surprising him and Natches. "If you cared for anything past yourselves then you damned well wouldn't expect it. You'd grow the hell up and get over it.

don't want you to say anything, Son. I want you to let Kelly come to you. She's been scared to death of your return, and I don't know why myself. I know you wouldn't hurt her, but I know for a fact she knows about some of those little affairs you and your cousins have participated in." And his father suspected she was scared of him now. Rowdy could see it in Ray's eyes, feel it in the air around them.

Do you love me, Alex?" Janey already knew the answer. She knew, but it still tore a hole in her heart to see the answer in his face. "Don't believe in fairy tales, sweetheart." He sighed, touching her cheek with his fingertips. "Sometimes I forget how young you are." How young she was? As though age had anything to do with love. Since when?

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn't accept his cousins' touch without that knowledge.

Was James Dawg Mackay aware Johnny was also the biological son of his father, your brother Chandler Mackay?

Kelly should have been your sister, Rowdy. If I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have lost Maria all those years ago. She chose the lover willing to love just her, rather than his own selfishness. Willing to give her all of himself, without the childish need to have it all his own way.

To state the obvious, each person is an individual with a unique personality, life experiences, inter relationships, and so on. Many paranormal investigators believe the individual takes these unique factors with them when they die. This means that each experience with a spirit is also unique because of what the deceased has retained after death. Likewise

I want you, she said. I told you so, he said.

Liquore just don't mix with love.

Now this was the first time I ever dumped a bowl of beans on Doolittle Lynn, but it wouldn't be the last. They became my weapon of choice. If beans was around when I got good and mad, you can bet he'd run.

Though Chris was well trusted by both of them, he rarely involved himself in business. "Matt will be here soon. Send him in when he arrives, and I'll go—" he bobbed his eyebrows. "—prepare your girlfriend." "She is not my—" Damn it, Chris was already walking away, rendering his protests useless.

If I ever coo at a man, Ray thought privately, I hope someone shoots me.

These kids are like vessels you pour your love into. And some of those vessels are big and strong and happy to hold all the love you want to pour in, and others have cracks in them and the love isn't worth much because it all leaks out. I used to think love could save anything, but it can't if the vessel's cracked.

A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness as the challenge of exposure to more interesting men and people in general.

Wake up one morning with a man you had thought you'd spend your life with, and realize, a rock in your gut, that you don't even like him. Spend a weepy afternoon in his bathroom, not coming out when he knocks. You can no longer trust your affections. People and places you think you love may be people and places you hate.