Quotes About Love

You're still our sister," Pandora said. "It doesn't matter to me whether you were sired by our old terrible father, or your new terrible father." "I didn't need the extra one," Helen said glumly.

You're not supposed to be here," Lillian told Westcliff when the contraction was over. She clung to his hand as if it were a lifeline. "You're supposed to be downstairs pacing and drinking." "Good God, woman," Westcliff muttered, blotting her sweaty face with a dry cloth, "I did this to you. I'm hardly going to let you face the consequences alone." That produced a faint smile on Lillian's dry lips.

Turning, she held her arms out to him in a maternal gesture. McKenna went to her at once, his black head lowering to her soft, round shoulder as he wept.

Every night for the rest of my life, I'll dream of the afternoon in the holloway, when I was waylaid by a dark-haired beauty who devastated me with the heat of a thousand troubled stars, and left my soul in cinders. Even when I'm an old man, and my brain has fallen to wrack and ruin, I'll remember the sweet fire of your lips under mine, and I'll say to myself, 'Now, that was a kiss.'" Silver-tongued

As Hardy Cates stood there looking at me, really seeing me for the first time, it felt like the whole world had been snatched up in a great unseen hand, its motion arrested.

Leo, do take Win to her room. You're both exhausted. We'll have time for talking tomorrow."(Amelia) "Ah, that lovely tone of command," Leo reminisced. "I'd hoped that by now you would have rid her of the habit of barking out orders like a drill sergeant, Rohan." "I enjoy all her habits," Rohan replied, smiling at his wife.

At the first realization that Annabelle was ill, he had felt his chest turn painfully hollow, as if his heart had been seized for ransom. There had been no question in his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to make her safe and comfortable. And in the moments when Annabelle had struggled to breathe, staring at him with eyes bright with pain and fear, he would have done anything for her. Anything. -Simon's thoughts

West's haunted gaze returned to Phoebe's figure in the portrait. "I don't deserve her," he mumbled, without intending to. "Of course you don't. Neither do I deserve my wife. It's an unfair fact of life that the worst men end up with the best women.

You'll always be Lachlan MacRae's son. But you're mine too." A pause, and then he added hoarsely, "You can be mine too." "Aye," Keir whispered, while an unexpected sense of peace stole over him.

You're all mine." His voice was deep and shaken. "Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me.

St. Vincent. Her husband. He was naked, or at least the upper half of him was. He slept on his stomach, his smoothly muscled arms curved around the pillow beneath his head. The broad lines of his shoulders and back were so perfect that they seemed to have been carved from Baltic amber and sanded to a ghostly finish. His face was much softer in repose than it was in wakefulness... the calculating eyes were closed, and his mouth was relaxed into gentle, innocently sensuous lines.

Somewhere out there, the perfect man you deserve is probably searching for you." Phoebe laughed against his mouth. "Let's hurry, then- we can be married before he gets here.

You think you want me now. But you'll change. Someday you'll find it damned easy to forget about me. I'm a bastard. A servant, and not even an upper servant at that--" "You're the other half of me." (Again The Magic)

People are always telling us what they think we want to hear. Raw honesty is a refreshing change, isn't it?" "Refreshing for you, perhaps," Phoebe said with a reluctant smile. "Well, you'll certainly get that from Pandora. She's incapable of being awed by anyone." "It's one of the reasons I love her," her brother admitted. "I also love her wit, her zest for life, and the fact that she needs me to keep her from walking in circles.

being apart from you is like trying to live without breathing. Think

It's a house. No more and no less. There isn't a structure on earth that could last forever. But a family goes on." -Leo

You saved him, Evie, on the night you offered to marry him. Which is evidence, I suppose, that moments of lunacy can occasionally lead to positive results.

He wanted all her circles to lead back to him

McKenna was her counterpart, her compass, her sanctuary.

My love, have you considered the possibility that you might enjoy our consummation sufficiently to want it more than once?" How easily endearments seem to trip from his tongue. "No," Evie said firmly. "I won't." "Mmm..." A sound almost like a cat's purr left his throat. "I like a challenge.

St. Vincent. Her husband. He was naked, or at least the upper half of him was. He slept on his stomach, his smoothly muscled arms curved around the pillow beneath his head. The broad lines of his shoulders and back were so perfect that they seemed to have been carved from pale Baltic amber and sanded to a glossy finish. His face was much softer in repose than it was in wakefulness... the calculating eyes were closed, and his mouth was relaxed into gentle, innocently sensuous lines.

Theirs had been a complex relationship, two people who had been bound by disappointments and resentments the way others were bound by love. Helen

Her presence pierced him like arrows, promising a future of endless unsatisfied wanting.

A veces las fisuras de dos almas separadas puede ser lo que las une.