Quotes About Relationship

You cannot control me, lass. No one can," he said wearily. "If I give to you, it is because I choose to give to you. And Lisa, I would choose to give you everything, if you would but permit.

There will be no takin' this back, lass. Doona even think to be tellin' me later that you willna hae me. You will hae me.

She was his reason for being. His every defining moment occurred because of her, and only in her presence did he know peace. She was his brightest shining star. She made him a better man, and to men who know how fundamentally and deeply they're flawed, such a woman is irresistible.

He stared at her a long moment, his eyes narrowed. "Lass," he said softly, "if you tried to leave me, I fear I wouldn't let you. I fear I would do whatever I had to do, no matter how ruthless, to keep you." "I consider myself warned," she said pertly. "Trust me, I'm not going anywhere. Now tell me.

Your brother," Duncan observed aloud, as the significance of their relationship sunk in. He was not her lover. He wouldn't have to kill him.

You watch her walking around, smiling, moving different than she moved before she went to him, and you know something happened up there that made her feel more alive than she ever felt before, that she got to be the way you hope you'll get to be with a man, even if it's just once in your life. A man has to see women a certain way for it to be that way.

I'm asking for your help here, boss. You keep telling me to, and I'm asking." "I also said how you treat me is how I'll treat you.

We fit together perfectly. Like we were carved from the same piece of wood, from the same tree.

Don't leave me." "I'm not, Mac." "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

When you know who I am. Let me be your man.

He shakes me."Say my name." "No." "Damn it,would you just cooperate?" "I do not know that word,'cooperate.'" "Obviously,"he growls. "I think you make up words." "I do not make up words." "Do,too." "Do not." "Too." "Not." I laugh "Woman you make me crazed,"he mutters. We do this often.Get into childish arguments.He is stubborn,my beast.

On her first date with Jack, they'd gone hiking with his dog in Runyon Canyon. When the dog got too tired to finish, Jack carried him the rest of the way. Zadie knew then that she could have babies with him.

Then, that memorably powerful look into my eyes told me something more: compared to dogs, wolves are grown-ups. He was not asking for help, head down, forehead wrinkled, as a dog might: "Is this right? What do you want?" Instead, head high, gaze level, he was assessing me, like a poker player: "Are you in or out?" Judging that I was in, he made his move; and we both won. (p.6)

The animal has discovered, in me, a new resource, like a new water hole or berry patch. Thus it takes a new and intense interest in what I do. That opens up huge opportunities for understanding. (p.13)

He was an FBI agent, an investigator. He was doing his freaking job. He probably thought of making out with her as a nice perk, like dental insurance.

Babe, what we've got ourselves here is a lifetime. For now, with you, that's all the forever I need.

The thing about letting yourself fall in love with a jackass was—you might be in love, but he was still a jackass.

That was my first clue that love can warp a hierarchy; the whole pyramid got flipped on its head. My pet, because she was mine, was at the top of the chain. I cared for the squirmy swamp rats in the most perfunctory way, with none of the love I felt for my red Seth.

their eyes flicking all over each other.

It's easy to become married. Millions of people do it every year. If you want to pressure me to become something, hey, why not pick something a little more challenging—like an astrophysicist.

Alla är inte sanna nog för att höra sanningen, det är det sorgliga. Den kunde vara en bro mellan människa och människa - så länge den är frivillig, ja - så länge den ges som en gåva och tas emot som en gåva. Är det inte underligt att allting mister sitt värde så fort det upphör att vara en gåva - till och med sanningen?

It is a father's job to love his daughter in the way that she needs to be loved.

You know what I wish for?" she said through a tight throat. "What I really need? A man who loves me enough to stay.

Really, she had three styles of delivering unpleasant truths--the jab, the hook, and the uppercut. Luther was man enough for the uppercut.