Quotes About Connection

physical beauty should have no importance in a lasting relationship.

I'm wearing clothes in my thoughts and dreams though. What am I wearing in yours? she asked. Me. Conversation between Mary Rose and Harrison in Julie Garwood's FOR THE ROSES

But she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he'd given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.

courting is for those who have not declared their love for one another- should not be considered a task.

You've given me value, Dun­can. In my heart I know I mat­ter to you.

She was the love of his life. "Hell.

He was so damned happy to see her, he frowned. She smiled back.

they'd become good friends before they were old enough to understand they were supposed to be enemies...

Family," she whispered. "So many people go through their lives with blinders on. They become self-involved and only want to think about their wants and their desires. They don't leave room for anything else, and then, too late, they realize how important their families were.

You don't remember what you said to me when I was inside you? She frowned with concentration while she thought about it. Hurry up?

She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure. "Oh, God." "Nay, lass. Connor.

Come to me Elizabeth. Let me make you mine...

she's related to one of the barons. With all

All the man had to do was look at her and her mind turned to lettuce. One kiss and she wilted into his arms.

Nicholaa?" His voice was a bare whisper. "Yes?" she whispered back. "You belong with me.

He loved her, yet knew he'd go to his grave without having any understanding of what went on inside her mind.

She was bringing Laird Ramsey Sinclair's brother home to him," he replied.

I'm going to kiss you senseless enough not to notice my attire. -Duncan to Madelyne

You can't love someone without trust.

The names of the list mean something. Every one. They mean something to me. Everyone means something to someone.

It seemed a miracle that any man who loved a woman might be loved by her in return.

And now here you are, sitting in your chair by the window, gazing out urgently, raptly at "your" tree—its shapely green canopy, its black velvety shadows, its sinuously curved trunk, its barky brown bark.

Breaking a chain letter from Juneau, Alaska.

He put down his suitcase and looked at her. Did you...she said, Every day,he replied.