Quotes About Love

I think your mother loves Leo." "I don't know if she loves him enough." "What would be enough?" "To give up on the promise of love from another.

I adore you, Frannie. You know that. I always have." She gave him the smile that had always warmed him, but it was not that threatened to bring him to his knees. He would kill to keep that smile on her face. But to keep Catherine smiling, he would willingly die. "But you love Catherine," Frannie said quietly.

How could he give her so much, yet leave her so little.

I'll make some inquiries, but I won't do it for you. I'll do it because Frannie would want me to." "You love her, don't you?" "Go to hell." Jack laughed. "You're too late with that command, mate. I've been there since I was born.

I was proud of you today, handling William Long the way you did." Her fingers stilled. "What did you think of him the first time you met him?" she asked quietly. "That he was the kind of man you should have married." "And now you don't think that anymore?" "Now, it doesn't matter. You're married to me." "I was the night you met him." Jake's eyes met and held hers in the moonlight. "No, you weren't. Not really." His arm tightened around her. "But you are now.

If you ever put yourself in harm's way like that again, I'll put you over my knee." "And do what?" she asked indignantly. He lifted his gaze to hers, and she saw the worry in his eyes, before he smiled. "Kiss your bare bottom.

Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to demonstrate her disdain toward him. If her obvious hatred for him hadn't been so great, hadn't hurt so badly, he might have smiled.

He'd built a wall around his heart to protect it, and she was slowly brick by brick, smile by smile, laugh by laugh, kindness by kindness, tearing it down. Tomorrow he'd refortify it. Tonight he simply wanted the haven she could provide.

Rebecca tilted her face up to Jake and she felt his lips brushing lightly against hers. Then his lips were beside her ear, whispering, "A lifetime of happiness, Reb, I promise.

Jake was hurting, emotionally and physically, and he was exhausted. He stared at her in wonder. "You're going to name him after me?" "I don't see any other father in this house." Ignoring the pain throbbing in his hands, he drew her close, holding onto her tightly. It was the most precious gift she could have given him.

Once, when our paths crossed, he told me that the kindest thing I'd ever done was to not marry him. Perhaps because he was passionately in love with a woman who possessed the wisdom to adore him as he deserved.

She's as beautiful as her mother." He lifted his gaze to his wife's. "I'm never gonna touch you again." Amelia looked at Cordelia. "Will you take her now?" Gingerly, Cordelia wrapped the child within her arms. "I mean it this time," Houston said. "I know you do," Amelia said as she touched his cheek.

Hell of a thing when a man's hatred for another is greater than his love for his grandchild.

How many times could a mother's heart break? An infinite number of times. Each time her children were hurt. She'd long ago accepted the pain of it, as well as the stoicism to never let it show. It was a mother's lot in life.

If it pleases you." And in his wprds, as always, Kate heard the echo of I love you.

Ah, Loree," he whispered near her ear. "You should hear the music." -Austin

There's no greater gift than a love returned in equal measure.

I'm so skilled at convincing people of lies, but I don't know how to convince you of the truth. I love you with all my heart and all of my soul. I will love you until I draw my last breath.

When someone harms those whom we love, we must do as we must. And I had always loved Frannie.

You must love her very much to be willing to do all this." He twisted his head slightly and held her gaze. "I'm not doing anything for her that I've not done for her before.

You managed to do the same with my heart, didn't you, Frannie? You stole it, and I didn't even feel it happening.

Dodger knelt beside Sterling. "Greystone, you have to understand we come from the streets. When Frannie was a young girl, we weren't able to stop someone from hurting her very badly. The four of us swore an oath that we'd die before we let anyone harm her again. It's a vow we will keep." Sterling lay where he was long after Dodger left. He had been correct about one thing: they did love her.

He stirred the fire, and when he spoke, his voice blended in with the roar of the fire's blaze. "I want tonight, Maddie." He twisted his body away from the fire until his attention was focused entirely on her. "Tell me you don't love me, and I'll sleep on the other side of the fire. Otherwise, I intend to take tonight.

Ella] Era la luna y las estrellas. El sol y la lluvia. Más que gustarme ella, me gustaba cómo me sentía cuando estaba con ella. Me volvía optimista, invencible. Más amable, más bondadoso. Ella sacaba lo mejor de mí.» (De la traducción castellana, por Amparo Sánchez)