Quotes About Love

Mr. Valentine…" "Yes, ma'am?" "You do think he'll follow me, don't you?" "Only to the ends of the earth," he said gravely. That drew a smile from her, and she turned to climb into the carriage.

Please be real," she gasped. "Please don't be a dream." "I'm real," Matthew said huskily. "Don't cry so hard, there's no—oh, Daisy, love—" He gripped her head in his hands and pressed comforting words against her lips while she struggled to get even closer to him. He eased her to the floor, using the reassuring weight of his body to subdue her.

It's like trying to describe a color you've never seen before. Words can't make you understand what real love is like. But until you've felt it … you haven't really lived.

Matthew. I'm here. I'm yours. I want to do everything you've ever imagined doing with me.

Keir was almost shocked by the rush of tenderness he felt. "No, dinna be nervous with me." He took her against him, nestling her to his chest. "I would never harm you. You're safer in my arms than anywhere outside them.

Love forgives all things. You don't even need to ask.

Catherine went still. Her eyes closed against a sudden wet sting. 'Did you accept her proposal?' Leo nuzzled tenderly into the hollow beneath her ear. 'Of course not, pea-goose.

You wanted to find out how much I could make you feel. You wanted to know what it was like to lose yourself in passion, and find yourself safe in my arms afterward. Now I?m here, and I?m going to love you with everything I have in me.

?After we?re finished here, darling,? she asked, just loudly enough for him to hear over the commotion, ?could we possible find a place where someone doesn?t want to shoot you?

Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .

Every time I see you," he murmured, "I think you couldn't possibly become any more beautiful—and you always prove me wrong.

Just you,' Hardy said when he got his breath back. 'All I want is you.

How could it be late, when you're the sunrise? There's no morning sky or lark-song before you appear. No butterfly would dare unfold its wings. The day waits on you, my heart, just as the harvest waits the reaper.

Those aren't my favorite," Helen admitted. "But I hope to love them someday. Sometimes one must love something before it becomes lovable.

To be honest," I halfwhispered, "I don't feel as safe with him as I do with you." "I know." A ghost of a smile touched my lips. "How do you know?" "Think about what safety is, Ella." "Trust?" "Yes, partly. But also an absence of risk." He unstuck a strand of hair from my damp cheek and tucked it back. "Maybe you need to take a risk. Maybe you need to be with someone who rattles you a little.

Once again Matthew was taken unaware by the extent of the feelings she inspired in him, his own limitless desire to fill her with happiness. "Whatever you need," he whispered, "Whatever you want, I'll get it for you. Just tell me.

You're mad," he said in a low voice, "if you think I would leave you now. I'll see you safe and well no matter what it takes.

Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kiss to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

You may not know this, but talking about mathematics eliminates any possibility of being kissed in the first place.

Sweetheart." He let out a serrated breath. "You tempt me just by being in the same room with me.

Love, she reflected bitterly, wasn't something you bargained with or negotiated with...it lived by its own rules. Love appeared when you didn't want it and refused to go. It was like an invasive species that entered your garden without warning, and proceeded to grow wildly out of control, resistant to every method employed to kill it. Basically, love was pigweed.

I know that he is not the easiest man to love. However, if you could bring yourself to meet him halfway…perhaps even a bit more than halfway…I believe you would never have cause to regret it.

A lifetime with such a woman was not nearly enough.