Quotes About Commitment

You're going to be my grandmother." "You silly child. In my heart, I've been your grandmother for years. I've just been waiting for you to make it official.

Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it.

I'm not a gentle pony... I promise you, you will have to work to keep your seat.

Daniel held himself very still, waiting for the wave of jealousy that never came. He was furious with the man who'd taken advantage of her innocence, but he did not feel jealous. He did not need to be her first, he realized. He simply needed to be her last. Her only.

He would not give her up,he could not.For the first time in his life he'd found someone who filled all the empty spaces in his heart

And what renders him so unmarriageable?" Eloise asked. Francesca leveled a serious stare at her older sister. Eloise was mad if she thought she should set her cap for Michael. "Well?" Eloise prodded. "He could never remain faithful to one woman," Francesca said, "and I doubt you'd be willing to put up with infidelities." "No," Eloise murmured, "not unless he'd be willing to put up with severe bodily injury.

He'd tried so hard to convince himself that it didn't matter if she loved him, that having her as his wife was enough. But now… Now that she'd said it, now that he knew, now that his heart had soared, he knew better. This was heaven. This was bliss. This was something he'd never dared hope to feel, something he never could have dreamed existed. This was love. --(Michael)

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

You do realize, Kilmartin,' Colin said, his voice so soft it was almost chilling, 'that there is no reason you can't marry her. None at all. Except, of course,' he added, almost as an afterthought, 'the reasons you manufacture for yourself.

A man only got one shot at declaring himself to his true love; he didn't want to muck it up completely.

Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.

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.

Be strong. Be diligent. Be conscientious. There is never anything to be gained by taking the easy road.

A lot of women want children." "Right," he said, coughing on the word. "Of course. But… don"t you think you might want a husband first?" "Of course.

I have to go out," she said, her words oddly curt and abrupt. "There"s something I need to do." "At half eight in the morning?" "I"ll be back soon," she said, hurrying toward the door. "Don"t go anywhere." "Well, damn," he tried to joke, "there go my plans to visit the King.

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.

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

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.

You'll lose your audience and then where will we be? We have future gray-eyed babies to feed, you know.

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.

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.