Quotes About Love

But... the truth is... I want you to have my baby. I didn't know how much, until the thought that I would never have the opportunity. I thought-" He broke off, a self-mocking smile touching his lips. "Damn it. I dont know how to be a husband, or a father. But since your standards in both areas seem to be relatively low, I may have a half a change at pleasing you." He grinned at her mock frown.

There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella, " he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?

His love came with no strings attached, which I thought was the greatest gift one human being could give to another.

Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:

McKenna…I never dared to dream about this." His thick lashes swept downward, and he pressed his forehead against hers. "I did," he said gruffly. "For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as much as I do." He

Let her cover the mark as she will,'" he quoted sardonically, "'the pang of it will always be in her heart.

After a while McKenna rested on his side to watch her. He seemed to have regained control over himself, though his eyes were still bright with unspoken passion. Aline shook her head with a wistful smile. "No one will ever look at me the way you do. As if you love me with every part of yourself." Slowly he reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "That's how you look at me too.

Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. "My love is upon you," he whispered... and she knew then that she had won. This imperfect, extraordinary, passionate man was hers, his heart given over completely to her safekeeping. It was a trust she would never betray.

With Lillian, ironically, the Bowmans had reached their highest pinnacle in having married her to Marcus, Lord Westcliff. No one could have believed that the reserved and powerful earl would have wed a headstrong girl like Lillian. But Westcliff had seen beneath Lillian's brash façade to the vulnerability and fiercely loving heart she tried so hard to concede.

It's no simple task to find someone to love. You make it sound as easy as shopping for a good melon." "Obviously you've done neither of those things. Finding someone to love is considerably easier than finding a good melon.

I always wondered how love could translate into an emergency room visit.

Half measures. My God. I love you so much that I'm drowning in it. I can't defend against it. I don't know who I am anymore. All I know is that if I give in to it entirely—" He tried to control the anarchy of his breath. "You mean too much to me," he said raggedly.

You don't have to be anything other than what you are. Can't I love you the same way? I know who you are. I think we know each other better than we know ourselves" -Evie, lady St. Vincent-

If you marry me, you'll never be a lady of position." "There is no better position for me than being your wife." One of his big hands clasped over her skull, pressing her head against his shoulder. "I've always wanted more for you than this." "Liar," she whispered. "You always wanted me for yourself." Laughter stirred in his chest. "Yes," he admitted.

No young woman wants to get married after reading Tolstoy

I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked." -Sebastian St. Vincent

I always knew I'd have to pay for my sins in some future cosmic reckoning. But in my arrogance, it didn't occur to me that a man never bears the cost of his sins alone. The people around him --- especially those who love him --- have to pay as well. That's the worst part of it.

He loved the colors of her, pink and mauve and ivory, all washed in light. The glistening tumble of her hair held the colors of autumn: chestnut, maple, russet, umber.

Sometimes you think you love someone," I said, "but it's really just that they've become a habit.

I love this part of you, like the sweet heart of a rose. Merry, honey-love... dinna ask me to spend the rest of my life never knowing the taste of you.

After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you. Last night I went to your apartment to beg you to give me another chance. I was shaking in my boots, thinking you might not forgive me for Friday night.

I would never be so bourgeois as to sleep with my own husband.

Ov yilo isi? —Le preguntó suavemente. —Sí —dijo Kev, contestando en inglés—. Hay corazón aquí. Y Win sonrió mientras él se sentaba para besarla.

Sophia," he said softly. "Come here." She ignored the command and fled, her high-pitched voice floating behind her. "I'll return soon..." Despite his acute frustration, Ross could not prevent a rumble of moody laughter in his chest. "Go, then," he said, dropping his head back on the pillow. "You can't avoid me forever.