Quotes About Love

For other women that kind of intimacy—the physical, mental and emotional closeness to a man, a lover—was something they took for granted. But she would never travel through life with a man she loved and who loved her in return. Out of nowhere, a yearning ache of loss welled up inside her. A sense of barren hopelessness that panicked and angered her.

to his mother's overprotective concern for him. Normally she would have dismissed him without a thought, but

What you are, all that you are, shows in everything about you—your honesty, your compassion, your courage, your intelligence, and most of all your love.

You are the wheel on which my life turns, Giselle, the heart of everything I do. I promise you that somehow we will find a way to set you free from your fear.

In that moment, she knew that whether or not it was too soon, she loved him. Now and forever.

How can I be sure it won't happen again?" she demanded. "By letting your heart heal and being careful not to rush into anything. By finding a man who will treat you with the love and respect you deserve.

People are people, Meg, no matter what their skin color is or how much money they have or what country they come from. We all breathe and feel joy and pain. We all hate and love and laugh and cry and bleed. And no matter how different we may be on the outside, God loves us all and never leaves us.

The sad truth was that he feared he would never marry and have a family of his own. Meg was the only woman since his wild youth that made his blood sing. She was the only woman who made him want to be better, stronger. She was the only woman whose spirit cried out to him. For her sake, no matter how much he suffered, he had to ignore the call.

In short, I don't need a man to take care of me, but I want one. I want you. I want you for my husband and a father for the two children I have and for any that we might have.

We love each other, and that is a rare and wonderful thing. It may never happen to either of us again, and I'm not going to let him toss it away because of what people might say. We have to trust that the Lord will give us enough love and courage and patience to weather any storms that come our way.

Lady Beckenham snorted and said there was nothing on God's earth as unrewarding as the human baby.

he'd gone to Kennedy with her and kissed her goodbye tenderly and said he would miss her. 'I'll miss you too,' said Fleur, hugging him hard at passport control.

And then she said, "that's what love is. Still loving someone, in spite of knowing the bad things.

its romantic embellishments – a

Penny Vincenzi

That he had not behaved as if he adored her, that she would not indeed have left him if he had, that he had most steadfastly refused indeed to become her husband, that he had misused her dreadfully, that he had been ill-tempered and critical of her, that he had been a bad provider, that his own pride had refused to allow her to add so much as one franc of her own money to the family budget – all these things were as nothing to Adele.

Sylvia enjoyed her Christmas Day with Gwan and her family;

Penny Vincenzi

That her beloved daughter was a manipulative promiscuous monster, greedy, ruthless, using her, using all of them, careless of their feelings, their love, their concern for her, heedless of their humiliation, their pain.

when she heard Ned calling her name on the baby alarm;

O Atlântico é uma cama de plumas de cisne, o futuro é feito de plumas e nuvens e Sarangerel. (...) Uma vida inteira a sonhar com uma pessoa, imaginando um leito de plumas de cisne tão macio, ou a sombra acariciante de um coqueiro.

But there is me. And you. Somewhere out there, there's you. And I'm glad there's you. And I'm glad that I know that there's you. And somewhere, in a remote corner somewhere, there's a little we. A little we that will still be there no matter what happens now. First-person plural: We. I. And you. We.

I really loved your mother. I was sad when she didn't come back, but, like I said, I understood and still think it was for the best. For her at least. It really fucked you up. Not so badly as I might have guessed, though. I mean, you've grown up to be successful and well adjusted and, of course, unhappy, the way a man is supposed to feel in this world. Just pulling your leg, son.

It's okay to love something bigger than yourself without fearing it. Anything worth loving is bigger than we are anyway.