Quotes About Love

Lord St. Vincent sees to it that his wife is dressed like a queen. I'll tell thee summat: if she wanted the moon for her looking glass, he'd find a way to pull it down for her.

Do I have to stay in the nursery? With the babies?" "Darling, you're four years old—" "Almost five!" Her lips quirked. There was a wealth of interest and empathy in the gaze she bent on her small son. "You may stay in my room, if you like," she offered. The child was appalled by the suggestion. "I can't sleep in your room," he said indignantly. "Why not?" "People might think we were married!

I closed my eyes, thinking, Let me love you, Hardy, just let me.

When she awakened, Hunter was watching her with eyes like dark velvet. "You're the last woman I'll ever make love to," he said, stroking her breast, toying with the rosy peak. She stroked his sun-streaked hair and the hard nape of his neck, loving the feel of him against her. "Good," she whispered. "Keep me with you, Lara. I don't want to leave you.

It's just . . . I'd like you to find some nice guy with no weird fuckin' baggage." I had to laugh. My irritation vanished, and I reached over to pat his hand. "If you ever meet one," I said, "let me know.

How could anyone resist you?" Phoebe asked, half-mocking, half-sincere. He gave her a dark glance. "Apparently she has no problem. The title, the fortune, the estate, the social position ... to her, they're all detractions. Somehow I have to convince her to marry me despite all those things." With raw honesty, he added, "And I'm damned if I even know who I am outside of them.

And since Evie's husband, St. Vincent, had decided not to go fishing, Evie said she would rather remain in bed with him. "You would have much more fun fishing with me," Daisy had told her. "No," Evie had said decisively, "I wouldn't.

Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer." -Jack to Amanda

If I were an opera singer, I"d have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I would have painted your portrait. But cooking is what I'm best at.

He approached her with great care. Sinking to his haunches, he contemplated her with immeasurable tenderness and concern. One of his big hands moved, shoving aside some of the books until the space between their bodies was clear. "It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right.

I thought you were gone," Daisy said, her voice cracking. "I thought I would never see you again." "No, no…" Matthew smoothed her hair and kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her trembling lips. "I'll always come back to you. I'm dependable, remember?

When you meet the right man, the list of things you would never do suddenly becomes much shorter.

One of the more ignominious features of love was that you could only express it with cliches...it made you sound like a fraud at a time when you were blazing with sincerity.

You're not trying to protect me. You're trying to protect yourself." She hugged herself to him tightly. "But you can force yourself to take the risk of loving someone, can't you?" "No," he whispered. "Yes. You must." Evie closed her eyes and pressed her face against his. "Because I love you, Sebastian…and I need you to love me back. And not in h-half measures.

Dane touched my chin and lifted my face upward, and kissed me gently. Only then did I understand that Dane had always been a friend I had slept with, and how entirely different that was from having a lover who could be a friend.

I'll hold you 'til the end of time, if that's all you want from me. But there's so much more I could do for you. I would treasure you. I would-" He broke off, leaning so close she felt as if she were drowning in the tropical azure and ocean green of his eyes. "Marry me, Cassandra- and we'll tell them all to go to hell.

Evie," he murmured. "I swear on my life, you will never feel pain from my hands. I may prove a devil of a husband in every other regard…but I wouldn't hurt you that way. You must believe that.

Dont worry" Emma said "There are worse things than having your heart broken." "Like What?" Zoe asked skeptically. "Never having it broken. Never giving in to love

But I think if it's the right person, you wouldn't have to work so hard at intimacy. I think—hope—it would just happen naturally. Otherwise, opening up to the wrong person..." I made a face. "Like putting ammo in their hands.

You're a strong woman, Annabelle. Stronger than I would have believed." "No, it's my love for you that is strong.

I figured I couldn't love you as much as I do, without you feeling something for me too.

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.

My mother, may her soul rest in peace, shaped my personality; thanks to her, I have acquired many values, good traits and skills.

I'm really close to my mother. She sacrificed a lot for me and my sister. She gave up her career. Whatever I am today is due to the values my mother instilled in me.