Quotes About Love

They had been married for almost forty years and grown old together in what he called the 'gentle harness'. It was a phrase he had used many times to amuse her, one of many he would utter just to see her smile. The humour may have been lost over the years, but the memory of it and the affection remained.

He loved but he did not know how to be loved.

The heart doesn't ask permission. It is singularly unconcerned with the qualifications of those it chooses to love. It mocks the intellect, it subjugates reason, and it holds hostage the will to survive.

Passion is tragedy-in-waiting

You are my country, Desdemona." Yearning, harsh and poignant, and she felt herself swaying toward him. "My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.

Robin had never been in love before, which is precisely how he recognized the sensation with such absolute certainty.

And if no one asked for her hand, how then could Carr give it?

La mala hierba no muere tan fácilmente. Del odio al amor

She flinched, but there was no return of warmth to her lovely, cool features. The ground seemed to open beneath Thomas. A black abyss yawned at his feet and he was teetering, off balance with no handholds in sight. "Fia, please. You can't condemn me for misjudging you. You can't throw away what we have, what we are together, because I doubted

El amor no es una recompensa, es una oportunidad. Una oportunidad de ser algo más. cuando un hombre o una mujer tienen esa oportunidad, deben aceptarla, sea cual sea el riesgo.

Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but ye're alive!" "Aye, lass," he said with a sinful grin. "Completely alive." She was suddenly aware of the hardness of his groin against her belly and pulled back away from him.

Cómo no iba a venir? Me habría sido imposible, con lo enamorado que estoy de ti. Tú me perteneces. Ya he arriesgado la vida por ti varias veces antes, y volveré a hacerlo si fuera necesario. Cuando se quiere a alguien como yo te quiero, todo sacrificio es poco.

I don't want you think that we ain't a family 'cause we ain't all in one place....

When Mrs. Carlton from church said she was shocked to see a Catholic next to Jesus in the McGinty house, Sam's mother stopped pouring coffee into her cup. "Well, Gloria, God loves everyone. Even the bigots." Mrs. Carlton picked up her purse and left. Daddy loved that story.

To abandon children, any children, after divorce is to teach them that love is not only conditional, but also circumstantial. Some legacy that is. Divorce is hard enough on children, our

I rocked you in my arms and I realized that none of us had ever been enough for Brick McGinty.

Sometimes, Sam would say, "I love you, Daddy," and hold her breath for as long as she could so she wouldn't miss it if he's finally whispered, "I love you, too." Mommy said Daddy loved Sam but that men just don't say that kind of thing out loud. Sam knew that wasn't true because Mary McCallister's daddy always said, "I love you, baby girl!" for no reason at all.

Men aren't like us, Sam. Your father needs to feel bigger and stronger, and part of that means living in a house that is all his. It's part of taking care of his family." She smiled and reached up to smooth Sam's hair back from her forehead. "He loves us, which is why he's wearing himself out for us.

Sam hesitated. "He's a nice man, Mom." "Sounds like maybe you think Carson Marino is more than just nice." For the second time in one day, Sam surprised herself. No denial, no changing the subject. "Well, mom," she said, "What if I do?" "I'm 56 years old, Sam," Ellie said. "I'll take any color of grandchild I can get.

You have to support your children to have a healthy relationship.

I was a single mom that raised two bright, beautiful, and compassionate girls.

And kissed her for a hundred and sixty-nine years.

History was indeed controlled by blind forces, as well as character and courage and treachery and love. And accident and random chance. And stray bullets and telegrams and tips. And cats.

like the archetype of Peter Pan. But, he writes, "we are betrayed in the very same close relationships where primal trust is possible. We can be truly betrayed only where we truly trust—by brothers, lovers, wives, husbands, not by enemies, not by strangers. The greater the love, the greater the betrayal. Trust has in it the seed of betrayal.