Quotes About Relationship

Each time I say, Thank you, I'm telling him he's my sun, moon, and stars. And each time Barrons replies, Always. Mac, I know what it means. His "always" is a pledge of love, a promise eternal, and a guarantee that while we may never live happily ever after for very long, we will live. Together. Vibrantly and passionately. Fire to his ice. Ice to my fever.

I wanted to walk beside this man for a long time, and to do that I'd have to be able to be completely myself.

She'd had her way, and had the top--the third time--informing him he was her 'own private playground'.

To who? Your god may love soul mates but man does not. Such a couple is vulnerable, particularly if they are fool enough to let the world see how shiny and happy they are. Their risk rises tenfold during times of war. There are two courses a couple in such circumstances can chart: go deep into the country and hide as far from humanity as possible, hoping like hell nobody finds them. Because the world will tear them apart." He is wrong. He knows nothing of soul mates.

You loved me." It wasn't a question, but he answered it readily. "I do. More than life. My heart. I didn't just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn't live. And I couldn't breathe without you." "Are you a man who has more than one heart?" "Nay. Only this one. But it's bitter and dark now from the pain I've brought you.

Benimle bir kere düzüÅŸürsen onunla düzüÅŸmeni affedebilirim.

You will never go there. You have a problem with Mac, you work it out with me. I am her shield, I am her second F***ing skin".

He'd brought out the best and worst in me, the most of everything. And when you got to have someone like that, anything less was empty, pointless.

Ahem," Drustan said after a long time. "Do you know you just married me, lass?" "What?" Gwen shouted. "Would you please let your husband out of the garderobe?" Gwen was stunned. She'd married him with those words?

Aye, Jessica, I like you. And I'm not just stuck with you. You fit me here, woman." He thumped his chest with his fist.

He may not have yet seduced her into his bed, but he'd succeeded in seducing her into his life in countless other ways, each an invisible, silken knot, binding her to him as he lured her deeper into his world.

Chloe-lass, I'm going to keep you." "Keep me, my ass," she snapped. "I don't agree to being kept." "Forever," he said, with a chilling smile. "And you will.

I am your man, and don't forget it. Had

We take care of each other like two monkeys picking each other's nits. Folks underestimate a good nit-pick.

I have no desire to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. And there is no such thing as perfectly good sex. If it's 'perfectly good,' 

Problem is, I want to make breaking up Jo and Ryodan number one on my list, which is stupid because there's nothing but personal satisfaction I'd gain from it, and while I'm all about personal satisfaction, I'm beginning to see a pattern: jumping on the short-term-gratification train always seems to wreck me off the rails somehow.

It irritated him that she wouldn't turn about and look at him; it was the least she could do while they said nasty things to each other.

When you treated things badly, things behaved badly.

It's hard to talk to you when I'm touching you.

He slowed a little so I could hear him better. "No, they're night people, Ms. Lane. They'll be up and just as willing to see me, as I am to see them. We like to keep tabs on one another. They, however, don't have you. " A slow smile curved his lips. He was hugely pleased with the new secret weapon he had in me. I had a sudden dismal view of my future, of being led around and asked incessantly, like one of those Verizon commercials, Do you feel sick now?

Really, how much of a relationship can she think they're having when he's still "selecting" her every morning?

You're no joy to live with, I can tell you that!" "I smile sometimes. I even laughed about your Ã¢â'¬Â¦ hat.

And the lass?" Drustan asked carefully. Dageus's smile was icy. "She goes where I go." "Dageus—" "Say no more. If she doesn't go, I doona go." "I would protect her for you." "She goes where I go." "And if she doesn't wish to?" "She will.

He closed his fingers around hers before she might snatch it away. Her wee hand was nearly swallowed by his. It meant more to him than kisses. More even than bedplay. When women sought him for sex, it was for their pleasure. But Chloe's small hand had been given without taking.