Quotes About Commitment

We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it - the dust, the drought, the fights with you - never once did I stop loving you or Ant or the farm.

You know what else is forever?" "Dirty diapers." Kate reached out for Tully's hand, noticing how cold her friend's skin was. How could she convince Tully that this was the Y in their lives, the inevitable separation, but not an abandonment? "Us," she said pointedly. "We'll be friends through jobs and kids and marriages." She grinned. "I'm sure I'll outlast several of your husbands.

No worries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts. Never once in all of it - the dust, the drought, the fights with you - never once did I stop loving you or Ant or the farm.

and you don't stop loving a person when they're hurt. You get stronger so they can lean on you. He needs me. Us.

Love doesn't fade or die, baby girl. People tell you it does, but it doesn't. If you love him now, you'll love him in ten years and in forty. Differently, maybe, a faded version, but he's part of you now. And you are part of him.

If Michael wanted his wife back—and he did—he was going to have to fight for her. And it wouldn't be pretty.

Mejores amigas para siempre. Era la promesa que se habían hecho muchos años atrás creyendo que duraría. Se imaginaban algún día convertidas en dos mujeres mayores sentadas en mecedoras en un porche de madera desvencijado hablando entre risas de los buenos tiempos.

saving them money and helping them out. "Dad?" she said. "Could you stay

You did not get me into anything, Juliette," Micheline said. "I wanted to be a part of it

She knew now what she hadn't known before, hadn't even suspected: she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular, powerful you? No one ever talked about that.

that way, we all understand sacrifice. It's no surprise that I'm a romantic, and to me, there's nothing more romantic than a husband and wife falling back in love with each other.

This is hardly a time for gentler pursuits.

You said I was supposed to shoot you if you even thiught about narriage before thirty. You want to amenr that?

You said I was supposed to shoot you if you even thought about marriage before thirty. You want to amend that?

Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That's the only way for it to get better.

Ya hemos pasado por malos tiempos antes y hemos sobrevivido, prosperado incluso. La historia nos demuestra la fortaleza y la perdurabilidad del espíritu humano. Al final, nuestro idealismo, nuestro valor y nuestro compromiso con los demás, con lo que nos une, nos salvarán. En estos tiempos sombríos podemos recurrir a la historia, al legado de aquella generación extraordinaria y a nuestro pasado para sacar fuerzas.

Husbands were to be avoided in the pre-thirty years. There was always time for marriage and children; was the common refrain. You couldn't give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular, powerful you? No one ever talked about that.

sometimes love was a choice. Like the tide, it could ebb and flow, and there were slack-tide times when a woman had nothing to believe in except a memory, nothing to cling to except the choice she'd made a long time ago.

an ordinary man whose only claim to the extraordinary was the depth of his love for a woman.

No. You'll know it when I propose." He held her gaze for a long time before breaking a grin.

I would have been fine." "I couldn't take the chance." "Why not?" He hesitated. "Because as much as I hate to admit it, you're good at what you do. And we can't afford to lose someone who's good." " 'We'? " she repeated. He glanced around. "Père Clément. And others like him." "Forgers." "Shhhh," he said instantly.

Je reviendrai à toi. I will return to you.

My Eva. After all these years, I am still his, and he is still mine. "Épouse-moi. Je t'aime. That's what I wrote. I---I love you. Rémy. I always have." "I love you, too, Eva. And if the offer is still open, my answer is yes." And then he closes the final inches between us, and his lips are on mine, and I'm twenty-five again, my whole life ahead of me rather than behind, all the chapters still unwritten.