Quotes About Love

Well, my mother told me I'd be some lassie's choice one fine day." He reached down a hand and helped me up. "I told her," he continued, "that I thought it was the man's part to choose." "And what did she say to that?" I asked. "She rolled her eyes and said 'You'll find out, my fine wee cockerel, you'll find out.' " He laughed. "And so I have.

For I had come back, and I dreamed once more, in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine! And I will not let you go.

Don't be afraid,' he whispered into my hair. 'There's the two of us now.

I have yearned always," he said softly, "for love given and returned; have spent my life in the attempt to give my love to those who were not worthy of it. Allow me this: to give my life for the sake of one who is.

You carry me with ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let you go. No, I said softly, nor can you leave me. No,he said, half-smiling.For I have kept the the last of the vow as well. I could feel the warm breath of his words upon my ear, whispered in the dark. For I give ye my spirit,'til our life shall be done.

Lord, that she might be safe, he prayed. She and the child.

Stephan's hand left his breast, and reached out. Grey took it, and felt love flow between them. He thought that heart and body must be entirely melted—if only for that moment. Then they parted, each drawing back, each seeing the flash of desolation in the other's face, both smiling ruefully to see it.

Yirmi y?lda kaç gece vard?r k?z?m? Kaç saat vard?r? Yirmi y?l boyunca kar?m?n hala yaÅŸay?p yaÅŸamad???n? ve nas?l yaÅŸad???n? düÅŸünüp durdum. Onun ve çocuÄŸumun. Tanr? bu yüzden var. EndiÅŸe hiçbir iÅŸe yaramaz, dua yarar. Bazen...

When ye ha' bairns, there's that wee time when ye really are all they need. And then they leave your arms and ye're scairt all over again, because now ye ken all the things that could harm them, and you not able to keep them from it.

Dead is dead, Major," he said quietly. "It is not a romantic notion. And whatever my own feelings in the matter, my family would not prefer my death to my dishonor. While there is anyone alive with a claim upon my protection, my life is not my own.

Sassenach… I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead – or you – whether we are together or apart. You know it is true, he said quietly, and touched my face. "I know it of you, and ye know it of me as well.

His most intimate keepsake was one that could not be lost or stolen, though. He flexed his left hand, where the thin white line of the letter "C"—carved a little crookedly, but still perfectly legible—showed on the mound at the base of his thumb. The "J" he had left on her would be likewise still visible, he supposed. He hoped.

To the last drop of my blood, mo duinne." "Mo duinne" I asked, a little disturbed by the intensity of this speech. (…) "It means 'my brown one.' " He raised a lock of hair to his lips and smiled, with a look in his eyes that started all the drops of my own blood chasing each other through my veins. "Mo duinne," he repeated, softly. "I have been longing to say that to you.

Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?

You alone, hold all my heart, whole in your hands. And you know that.

But when I lay wi' Emily—from the first time. I knew. Kent who I was again." He looked up at her then, eyes dark and shadowed by loss. "My soul didna wander while I slept—when I slept wi' her.

she keeps takin' me in—so I suppose she must be home.

I felt at once horribly vulnerable and yet completely safe. But then—I had always felt that way with Jamie Fraser.

I know what it felt Ã¢â'¬Â¦ like when I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ thought you were dead, and—" A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. "And I wouldn't do that to you.

You mustn't hit him again, Grand-père," Germain said earnestly, breaking the silence. "He's a very good man, and I'm sure he won't take Grannie to bed anymore, now that you're home to do it.

Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender.

For I give ye my spirit, 'til our life shall be done.

have always kent what it is to love a man—be he husband or brother, lover or son. A dangerous business; that's what it is. Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are—or for not coming back.