Quotes About Commitment

I'm glad you like him, he murmured, his hands tugging up her shirt. Because the two of us are yours. For as long as you'll have us. That would be eternally, she said as she let herself go. And reveled in all the love.

Maybe he does have a choice to make, but everything I feel, everything I know says absoloutely that choice will be you She speaks French and Italian. That bitch.

I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.

Eve: "Would you jump in front of a maxibus for me?" Roarke: "Absolutely. They don't go very fast.

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days. The jittering started again, big time. Yeah. If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.

I couldn't fall out of love with you if I fell all the way to hell.

you know, I'm only marrying you for sex and food.

Eve (to Roarke): Whatever happened to me back in Dallas, I came out of it. I'm standing here because of it. Maybe I have everything that matters to me, including you, because of it. If that's true, I'd go through it all again. I'd go through every minute of the hell to have you, to have my badge, to have this life.

Eve, did you marry me for my money? You bet your ass. And you'd better hold on to it, or I'm history It's very sweet of you to say so.

I want to keep you, till the end of days.

You have to trust or you're only living half a life.

Love without trust? It's not love at all.

You go in, I go in. Listen--- He took her face in his hands. You go, I go. That's non-negotiable. If we're to get blasted to hell or poisoned into lunatics, we do it together. Crap, Crap. You have to look less rich and gorgeous. God help him, she made him grin. I'll do what I can.

I think she was the love of his life. When you've got one of those, it does stuff to you. It makes you think about them even when you're doing routine things. It makes you want to protect them, to make them happy and safe.

Can you imagine what I wouldn't risk for you? You can't, because there's nothing. There's bloody nothing - Roarke

Marriage isn't for the weak or lazy. It's work, and it should be. What would be the point otherwise?

It was the first day in the life of the new lean and mean Peabody. An hour later, she lay on the grubby floor wheezing like the dying. Her quads and hamstrings burned, her glutes wept, and her arms couldn't stop screaming for mama. Never doing this again, she announced. Yes, you are, she corrected. Can't. Dying. Can. Will. Help me, I think I broke my ass. Wimp, pussy. Shut up.

You go into marriage, you plow a road. You're going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you've got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don't. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don't do something to make it worse, don't do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you're married to.

Don't make threats unless you intend to follow through.

Marriage is a freaking minefield.

He's a fine young man, and one who loves you without restrictions. Finding a mate, a true one, is a rare and precious thing." And the heart of the heart, she thought. Yes, he'd found that, too. "I don't even know how it happened, but even when he pisses me off, I'm grateful every day it did." "The best possible description for a good marriage.

Mm-hmm. You know, lip dye isn't a crime in this state. You ought to try it. I've been kind of busy. You're always kind of busy. You're not using the eye gel I gave you. You can't find a minute twice a day for eye gel? You want bags and wrinkles? You got the finest piece of man-candy on and off planet, and you want him looking at your face with bags and wrinkles? What are you going to do when he dumps you for a woman who takes time to maintain her face? Kill him.

She broke off a piece of bacon and offered it to the cat who sat staring holes through her. "For him, this is makeup sex. That's all you get," she said when Galahad inhaled the bacon then affectionately butted his head against her calf. "Just FYI, if you let another man rub up against you, and I sniff it out, you won't be able to buy me off with bacon." He handed her the syrup pitcher so she could drown her French toast. "So noted.

If you knew her, you'd understand Eve is no one's mark. Regardless, I wouldn't betray her for anything. Or anyone.