Quotes About Love

I need you. He licked her bruised lip to soothe it. I can't think straight without you. My world is all turned around, and I go through it in pain, wanting to hurt someone.

He thought he saw her smile waver when she read it, then she was hugging him tightly. "You're the one who needs to take care of yourself. Your escape is still all the news. They'll be searching for you." She drew back to look at him, and to his consternation he saw that she had tears in her eyes. "I couldn't bear to lose you again." He bent and kissed her forehead. Even if he could speak there was nothing he could say to comfort her.

I believe that you wanted to love Marie—that you're enamored by the idea of love—but that you have no concept what love is. I think that's what you're searching for in St. Giles—some source of emotion, some inkling of what human feeling really is.

His hand stilled on her hair and he said, very carefully and calmly, "There is never any excuse for a man to hit a woman—any woman—let alone one he professes to love." She was quiet a moment, just basking in his gentle strength.

Nothing leveled a man quite like being unable to protect his woman.

winter?" She traced a circle on his breastbone, her touch

Then why in God's name did you grab for George's pistol when you knew help was coming?" Apollo asked. "They weren't here yet and he was going to shoot you," she said, placing her palms on his chest. "I couldn't let him." His throat closed and he couldn't reply. All he could do was pull her into his arms and hold her close.

Whatever else came tomorrow and for the rest of her life, she would have this moment: this one point in time when she was intimately linked to Maximus. Maximus the man.

His wide brow, his Roman nose, those too-cold eyes, and the lips that in another life- another, better world- would still have been beautiful. This man was her husband. He was intense and intelligent, arrogant and vulnerable, dark and strange. The more she found out about him, the more she thought that perhaps she might fall in love with him, Raphael de Chartres, the Duke of Dyemore. What was more, he was hers . And in that she would not fail.

Will you make my house a home, Isabel?

Remember how we once lay together, love? Remember how we became lovers and hoped for a future? That future is alive and here. And taking his hand, she laid it upon her gently swelling belly, where a new life grew. Thus she made him touch Hope

Will you make my home a home, Isabel?

I regard physical lovemaking as something sacrosanct to love. And if I loved a woman enough to take her to my bed, then I would love her enough to marry her.

For he fully intended to be with her in the future legally and sanctioned by the church in public, intimate and loving in private.

Elizabeth Hoyt

He caught her and drew her against him, pressing kisses into her mouth as he murmured, So beautiful So beautiful. He sat up to pull the covers over them both and then he took her into his arms as he lay back down. The fire crackled and the few candles still lit guttered and she thought, as her mind began to drift, that perhaps her feelings for her strange, dark husband might be more than just affection.

There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.

He would have to marry her, and in doing so give up all his dreams, all his hopes, of having a family. She

As he brought her back to her waiting parent he lowered his head to hers and said, I'll call on you next week, shall I? The hand on his arm jerked, but she kept her composure. I beg your pardon, Your Grace? I intend to court you, he informed her kindly, and then added to make it perfectly clear, and make you my wife. She swallowed. Oh, no. He smiled. Oh, yes.

You'll be haunting my tomorrows evermore.

Never underestimate the fury of an angry mother, Caspar. They're the most vicious creatures in the world.

In England you learn only to compete with your men in the world and it's not enough to be loved for yourselves because you are women. I shall try to learn of you, but you must try to learn from me, convenido?

She said to him, 'You might melt.' And he said, "If I melt, you can make me again.

Sometimes I imagine a whole future made out of the moment after I've died and you are still sitting beside me.' 'You imagine I'll be there at your deathbed?' 'Yes.' 'And if I stayed away, would you live for ever?