Quotes About Love

Her mouth lifted from his, a few inches. "What makes you think…" Iona asked him quietly, "that I would let you die by any hand other than my own?

The first time she'd seen him, she'd looked into his eyes and thought—He can handle all my darkness. He won't ever be afraid of what I tell him.

If it meant keeping you safe, I'd die in an instant.

You think I wouldn't trade anything for you? Wouldn't do anything for you? Angel, from the first look, I knew I'd fucking wreck this world for you.

He felt like she was breaking him.

His bigger body dwarfed hers, but he'd always been so careful when they touched. When they made love. His strength had always been in check.

Claire was his, and that was only fitting because the woman truly owned him, body and soul.

Because this wasn't the way that Elijah really kissed. He didn't kiss like a gentleman. He kissed like a man possessed. A man desperate to have the woman he wanted.

I'm letting you go," he said and his smile broke her heart. "That should show just how fucking much I can love." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "See? My brother was wrong about that. Even in the dark, a little light can shine.

You're the one who is scared. Scared that if you're not careful, you'll actually let down that guard of yours, and maybe then it won't just be about the best sex of our lives. Maybe it will be about something more. But I guess we won't ever find out, will we?

That was a coping mechanism that psychopaths often used. They didn't feel the way normal individuals did, so they just mimicked the behavior. They acted as if they got angry, as if they were hurt, as if they loved. But it was all just acting.

Her eyes searched his. "Don't hate me, don't—" His head shook. "Sweetheart…" The endearment slipped from him. "Do I look like I give a damn about what you've done?

Her lips were soft, the caress so very light. Intimate. Loving. I love her. He realized the truth in that instant. It wasn't just an obsession. Not for him. He wanted her safe. He wanted her happy. And he never wanted her to fear monsters in the world ever again.

But, apparently, there was something else equally important that I did miss. My bad. Normally, my observational skills are way better than that." He drove his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "So I have to ask… just when was it that you fell in love with me?

You were willing to reveal all to the authorities. You are trying to fire me. You want me gone from danger." His smile spread as he made his points. "Sweetheart, you're shouting that you love me.

I want to date you, properly. The flowers and the dinners and anything and everything you want." He swallowed, cleared his throat. "And when you're ready, I want to marry you. If you'll have me." If?

Because I do love you, and I'd like to spend the rest of my life making you happy." Her

Yet, til now, her discipline had less to do with her strict Catholic upbringing than the fact that she hadn't met anybody who had aroused her to the point where she felt it was worth risking purgatory.

Well, one shouldn't smoke when he's drunk and one mustn't fall in love with a girl who isn't the right religion.

Display in a foreign culture is not a foreign concept, and anyone who has ever traveled abroad will recollect, if they are honest, their status as an ephemeral concubine, with a global passport to seduction and a license to transgress. All the fleeting love affairs that are as much a part of visits to far-off lands as baggage tags and travel-size shampoo bottles--- isn't this proof enough that we all fall into the delightful trap of exoticising and commodifying ourselves in foreign places?

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules? Clara: Because I love you.

This is the part where I kiss you.

mum always ought to be, getting tea. Women and food: how they locked on to your heart, taking it so young that if you had ever been properly loved and nurtured, you could never quite untangle them again. And did you ever, ever get over losing your mum? It seemed absurd after so long, and at his age, to be seized with such a yearning to go home; but she was gone, beyond reach, and a grown man wasn't allowed to feel like this. The