Quotes About Commitment

You belong to me. Forever, for always! Within you is my seed. A Comanche man does not give up his woman.

She saw Hunter reaching toward her out of the corner of her eye. She looked at him as he lowered his medallion necklace over her head. The flat stone was still warm from where it had rested against his chest. She pressed her palm over it. "You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?

You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?" "I will wear it." Her fingers curled around the medallion. "I have nothing to give you." His eyes clouded with warmth. "Your ruffles." She pursed her lips. "I'm wearing them. If you want them, you'll have to come back and steal them." His gaze ran the length of her. "Maybe so. You will make them nice like flowers, yes?

He must figger it's good riddance," Amy mused. "They can cover twice the distance we can in a day. What else could've took him so long?" Loretta had no illusions. Hunter would follow her--to the ends of the earth if he had to.

She is my woman. She stays in my lodge.

We must go west. Alone, Blue Eyes, leaving all that we are behind. All those we love, your people, my people." Loretta caught his face between her hands, shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "Hunter, you are my people. I'll follow you anywhere.

Blue Eyes, we have many nights to lie with one another. Forever, yes? Until we die and rot." "Until death do we part," she amended.

You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty food. Meat, yes? And my strong arm will protect you, forever into the horizon. There is nothing to fear." He pressed his hand more firmly against her midriff. "My tongue does not make lies. It is the truth I speak, not penende taquoip , the honey talk, but a promise. I have spoken the words, and they are carried away on the wind to whisper to me always.

I won't marry you!" she cried frantically. He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. "You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so.

He had once told Loretta that he would be as nothing without his people, and that was true. He would be giving up all that he was to be with her. Yet how could he live without her? The prophecy had come to pass. Without her, he had no tomorrows. How could a man live without them?

His people or Loretta? His mother's and father's faces flashed in his mind. Then others crowded in, Blackbird, Pony Girl, Turtle, Warrior, Maiden of the Tall Grass, and Red Buffalo. As much as he loved them, he had come to love Loretta more. When had it happened?

When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle.

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

If this is about sleeping on the floor, I'll do it," I said. "Because I don't mind." "No, but do you want to take a picture of my nest? It's very romantical.

said it back there, feelings are stronger than chains, you'll never see him as he really is because of your feeling for him, and if you've made up your mind to spend the rest of your days with him

Such love is bound to suffer, because it will wake up one day.

Marriage is obsolete and a trap.

I don't see any reason for marriage when there is divorce.

But I had promised myself, and my grandfather, that never again would I show fear or apprehension of the

I'll never leave here. If I left here, I'd die. And I'll die before I leave here.

Everyone's scared. So scared they can't sleep sometimes. Or eat. Or keep their weight on." "Then why bother playing?" I asked. It was a whisper, this question. "Because. You love the game. You love the people you play with. You love winning, maybe. You love that one moment when you get it right . . . I dunno. Why do you play?" "Because," I whispered, "it's who I am." Sounds like a good reason to me.

Love is the hardest thing in the world.

I do what I can. I already told her that we'd get through this." What Laura was describing was encouragement, not intimacy.

I think Steve holds no interest for you because you have no idea what your role would be in the relationship. You might not have to rescue him." Then I paused and said with vehemence, "You'd be out of a job.