Quotes About Love

She couldn't picture anyone falling madly in love with such a person as Fish. What a name, Fish...Fish: think cold, slippery, detached. Benedict: think dry scholarly monk from the Dark Ages. Denniston: think English preparatory school, stolid country squire. Nothing about his name sounded the least bit romantic.

My skin's too white." she said. Says who, Snow White?" he said, touching her cheek lightly with one hand.

Because I liked you better than it suits a girl to say, It irked you and I promised to throw the thought away To put the world between us, we parted stiff and dry 'Goodbye' and you: 'Forget me'. 'No fear I will' said I. Now here where clover whitens The dead man's knoll you pass And now tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass Halt by the headstone naming the heart no longer stirred And say the girl that loved you Was one who kept her word.

All over the world there were families deciding to care about each other and encourage one another along the paths God had given them.

The only difference between your average man and a hero is that the hero figures out what to do before it's too late,' He nudged her aside and, with a few pulls, filled her bucket. 'Then he has the nerve to go on and do it.' Betsy leaned back as if she was trying to get a complete view of him from head to toe. 'Is that all it takes to make a good hero?' 'One more thing. A hero always comes back for his lady.

Why would your brother listen to me?" "Because he knows I love you.

He was insane. She'd thrown her lot in with a moonstruck fool. "Yes,

Wait for me, Molly. I finally have my pa's blessing. He's even helping me find a position in Lockhart. As soon as I'm settled, I'll come calling, but I can't court you now. I can't keep stepping out with you until we're ready to wed. Will you wait?" With

More time, Molly. That's all I'm asking. I want to do right by you." His dark eyes traveled to her lips. "It'll be worth the wait. I promise." And he left her alone before the empty altar. Molly

She belonged to him. How could she sit within arm's reach—in his grasp, even—and allow another man to call her lovey? Molly knew better. He

A common man would decide that pursuing his ladylove was more pleasurable than questioning a restaurant manager. A rich man could decide to let someone else do the hard work, and take up the courting immediately. But Graham believed in seeing things through. The same strength of character that meant he wouldn't stop until the smugglers had been caught meant that once the way was free to secure willow's hand, he'd pursue that just as vigorously.

Sweetheart, there's not enough money in the world to make messing with you worth it—not unless I was plumb crazy about you." From

He still loved her. When she'd left him, the thought of her with another man almost drove him to lunacy.

I'm sorry, Molly, but people are always reminding me of what happened. It's going to be hard to explain to everyone that . . . that I still love you." Molly

You don't know what unconditional love is. You may say you do, but if you don't have a child, you don't know what that is. But when you experience it, it is the most fulfilling ever.

After only a few moments in her presence, he found himself wondering what dragon he might slay for her.

In his mind, that's what made a man a man, that he protected those he cared about. Those he loved.

He'd captured bandits, stopped vandals and settled disputes with hostile natives. Who would have thought the one thing to terrify him was the thought of loving a pretty woman named Beth Wallin?

A husband and wife should complete each other, support each other. God gave Adam a helpmate, not an object to be put on a shelf or worshiped from afar.

But he could see only two ways past his fear of loving Beth—drawing closer or pulling away, and neither was tenable.

She lowered her arms but didn't move out of his embrace. He should let go, back away, but her eyes were very wide and very blue. He slipped into them, bending his head toward hers, catching the scent of vanilla that whispered of fresh-baked cookies, a loving family, the home he'd never known.

We have a wild, passionate, rampant ; for experience, for being alive, for the tasting and touching of our world. It is completely unhinged. It's reckless, this love we have.

I think the true gardener is a lover of his flowers, not a critic of them. I think the true gardener is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife-beating master. I think the true gardener, the older he grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit.

the nearer we approach to God, the more we are drawn by Him.