Quotes About Love

Cuando sus dedos se entrelazaron, Pandora supo que a pesar de lo lista que era la doctora Garrett, estaba equivocada sobre una cosa. Había magia en el mundo, y era perceptible cada día, poseía la misma fuerza que movía las mareas y hacía palpitar el corazón del hombre.

I can't be a gentleman," he said hoarsely. "Not even for you." "You don't have to be a gentleman. Only gentle." No one had ever asked him for such a thing. To his despair, he realized it wasn't in him. His hands gripped the edges of the desk until the wood threatened to crack. " Cariad ... there's nothing gentle about how I want you." He was startled by the endearment that had slipped out, one he had never used with anyone.

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

He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking. Her smile, her sharp tongue, her temper, her infectious laugh, her body and spirit, everything about her struck a pleasurable chord in him.

Everyone had said from the beginning that the earl of Westcliff and a brash American heiress were the most improbable pairing imaginable. But before long Lillian had discovered that beneath Marcus's outward reserve, there was a man of passion, tenderness, and humor. And for his part, Marcus had seemed to enjoy her irreverence and high-spirited nature.

El infierno es saber que tenías tan poca fe en mi amor que estabas dispuesta a condenarme a la agonía de por vida.

Beatrix looked at Christopher with an arrested expression. His smile faded, and he found himself staring into her blue-on-blue eyes. They were astonishingly direct and lucid... the eyes of a vagabond angel. One had the sense that no matter what she beheld of the sinful world, she would never be jaded. She reminded him that the things he had seen and done could not be polished away like tarnish from silver.

Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes." Leo Hathaway

Hardy would never be the easiest man to have a relationship with. He was complex and strong-willed and rough-edged. But I loved those qualities about him. I was more than willing to take him exactly as he was. And it didn't hurt that he seemed equally game to take me on my own terms.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability. And Harry had it in abundance, even if he wasn't ready to come to terms with it yet.

Stay with me," Zachary said quietly. "I'll send for Rose, and you'll both live here while we arrange for the wedding." "You know I can't do that." He frowned and guided her carefully around a small marble and brass sundial set in the ground. "I don't want to let you out of my sight.

Leo," she said with a sniffle. "If you let anything happen to Win, I will kill you." He stroked her hair gently. "You've threatened to kill me for years, and nothing ever comes of it." "I've been w-waiting for the right reason.

All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day.

After one last luxurious inhalation of her scent, Devon released her slowly, knowing that for the rest of his life, a single breath of a rose would bring him back to this moment.

Ultimately no particular woman had ever seemed all that different from the rest. Until those letters. The sentences had looped around him with a spirit so artless and adorable, he had loved it, loved her, immediately. His thumb moved over the parchment as if it were sensitive living skin. "Mark my words, Audrey- I'm going to marry the woman who wrote this letter.

I had asked Todd once if he was gay, and he had said he didn't care if someone was a man or a woman, he was more interested in the person's inside. "So are you bisexual?" I had asked, and he had laughed at my insistence on a label. "I guess I'm bipossible," he had said, and pressed a warm, careless kiss on my lips.

Although Evie was far quieter than the rest of the family, everyone paid close attention whenever she spoke. For all her gentleness, she possessed a core of inner strength that had made her the center of the Challons' world. And she was so kind that Keir couldn't help but like her. When they'd first met, the duchess had stared at him for a moment of wonder, and then had smiled and embraced him with tear-glittered eyes, as if he were her own long-lost child instead of Kingston's.

I'm doing all this for Luke's sake. And yours." "For my sake?" Startled out of my rising anger, I gave him a round-eyed glance. "There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella," he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?" -Jack & Ella

A humbling thought occurred to her. When you meet the right man, the list of things you would never do suddenly becomes much shorter.

Linking their names with Euler's infinity symbol means . . ." He paused, considering how best to explain it. "The two of them formed a complete unit . . . a togetherness . . . that contained infinity. Their marriage had a beginning and end, but every day of it was filled with forever. It's a beautiful concept." He paused before adding

You don't know how to cuddle," she said. "No," Tom had admitted. "I'm not sure what it's for.

Dressed in her white gown, with only a light sheet to cover her legs, she looked as small as a child as she lay alone in her bed. She was dying, Zachary thought numbly, and he could not seem to think of what would happen afterward. For him there would be no hopes, no expectations, no future pleasure or happiness, as if his own life would end when hers did.

The comb tugged a little too hard, and Win murmured an apology and rubbed the smarting spot with her fingertips. So gently. It made his throat tight and his eyes sting. Deeply disquieted, and bewildered, Kev swallowed back the feeling. He stayed tense but passive beneath her touch. He could hardly breathe for the pleasure she gave him.

Maybe when you're married, you'll have a better idea of what desperate lengths you'll go to...for your sake,I hope not.