Quotes About Love

I have known him nearly all my life, and I am going to marry him, so that there won't ever be a time when I shan't know him.

I had not known before that love is obedience. You want to love, and you can't, and you hate yourself because you can't, and all the time love is not some marvelous thing that you feel but some hard thing that you do. And this in a way is easier because with God's help you can command your will when you can't command your feelings. With us, feelings seem to be important, but He doesn't appear to agree with us.

Don't waste hate on pink geranium.

how much he loved being alone except when he didn't, except when it got to be too much?

I love him too and believe he loves me, but does he like me, which is not the same as love?

To see your mother as a baby, that is what it's like, and therefore heartbreaking and wretched, and therefore also cleansing in some crooked way, the self wiped clean of static, pared down to its essentials, the human core that bore you, which was borne.

Love the sojourner for you were once sojourners in the land of Egypt.

and he flew in to her from the clutter of Somerville, the compost heap behind the Harvard Yard.

Allo, darlin'. Oi'm so glad to see it's love at first sight for you, too.

I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place. Whenever my family was around, wherever we were, I felt like I was home.

Finally he turned his head toward her face and brushed a kiss over her cheek. "I love you and I believe with all my heart that you love me as well. Why can't you say it, Hero?

Please remember that just because love isn't expressed doesn't mean it isn't felt.

I'm not letting you go after this. He raised his head. Marry me, Phoebe, please. Damn the courtship. Damn your brother. Damn the waiting . I can't...I can't breathe when you're not with me. I love you with all my cynical heart. Be my wife and teach me to laugh and let me buy you beer and ride with me on the beaches of Cornwall. Be my love and my wife forevermore. (Captain James Trevellion)

For the first time in a very long time, he yearned to see tomorrow. Tomorrow and the day after that and the year after that. There was a possibility that with Megs he might have a life to look forward to. And because of that, tonight he was going to hunt down a man and assassinate him in cold blood. This act would damn his very soul but for Megs it was worth it. For Meggie he would walk the fires of hell.

He looked down at her as he eased from the bed. Why such a creature of light and love and life should have come to him, he could not fathom. But he was grateful. Very grateful.

I love you," he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. "I love you." She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn't remember who he was—who she was. She lost her mind.

The butterfly startled at Mary's gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late afternoon sunshine. Silence watched it, enthralled, and then her eyes met Michael's. A corner of his mouth cocked up. "Welcome home, m'love.

Will ye be wantin' this now, madam?" "Yes, please," she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind.

Nothing I have will tempt you?" King Herla murmured. Lin could only shake her head. "Then perhaps I should offer myself," Herla said as he sank to his knees before her. "Wonderful girl, will you have me as your husband?" "Oh, yes," Lin said.

She was already in his palace, in his life. He couldn't go back--and wouldn't even if he could. She was so close to him now that it was as if he held her in his palm like a glowing ember--and gave thanks for the pain even as he inhaled the smoke from his burning flesh.

But Sir Alistair's gaze was different. Those other men had looked at her with lust or speculation or crass curiosity, but they hadn't been looking at her really. They'd been looking at what she represented to them: physical love or a valuable prize or an object to be gawked at. When Sir Alistair stared at her, well, he was looking at her.

He went to stand next to the bed and even though the room was unlit, he could make out, faintly, her slight form beneath the covers. The sight somehow calmed his soul. She lay in his bed, in his house, and no matter what bargain she thought she'd made with him, he knew the truth. He had no plans to let her go—ever.

Harry tucked her arm through his and marched her to the door. Stop! What? Men could be so obtuse. Do I look like I've just been tumbled? Harry's lips twitched. You look like the most beautiful woman in the world. He kissed her soundly again. He hadn't exactly answered her question, but it was too late now.

I'll not miss a whit of it. Gold nor silks nor fancy books and statues. I can live without them all. What I cannot live without is one Silence Rivers. I love you, my wife. And I love you, my husband. I look forward to being just plain Mrs. Rivers, I do. She leaned back and whispered in his ear, But perhaps you can still be Charming Mickey O'Connor the notorious pirate--in our bedroom. He winked at her as he bent to catch her lips. Oh, to be sure, m'love, to be sure.