Quotes About Relationship

He'd left me for a time. He'd doubted me, but now he was mine again and I wanted to keep him here in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets until I'd quieted every last voice and we were only right again.

I still don't understand how I deserve her, or how she's come to me, but I'm grateful anyway,

The way we're happening to each other?

At first she thought him nothing more than a careless rogue, taking her as a wife just to have her in his bed. But she

Letting ourselves be loved by God is the place where we stumble upon trust.

The distance grows between our heads and our hearts and we lose our felt connection with the presence of God.

She paused when he did not speak. "I know what I would do if I were you." Frantically, Tatiana chewed her lip. It was love or truth. Love won. Steeling herself, she said, "Yes," in a fragment of a voice. "I would choose America over you." Alexander broke down. "Come here, you lying wife," he said, bringing her close, encompassing her.

Whatever he wanted of her she wanted too, solely because he was asking it of her.

The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.

He watched her leave with mixed feelings. His heart wanted to trust her, but his head and his gut told him he couldn't.

In old age her voice had become thin as a bird's, but her reading was still beautiful to him.

A woman who loves her husband is merely paying her bills. A woman who loves her lover gives alms to the poor.

Shura...are you...in love with me?" "Turn to me," Alexander said. She turned. "Tatia, I worship you. I'm crazy in love with you. I want you to marry me.

All grimy and sweaty, Alexander drew her to him, his palms on her back, and bending to her and tilting his head, whispered into her mouth, "Tatiasha, I know you won't believe this, but if I'm looking at the sheets when I'm making love to you, we've got a bigger problem than what damn color they are.

I love you as much as it is possible for a man to love a woman.

Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.

This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.

What a prison you have set up for me with your first love." She put her arms tighter around him and said teasingly, "Oh, so the first love part you believe, but the first kiss part you have a problem with? What kind of girl do you think I am?" "The nicest girl," he whispered.

Tatiana hugged him and said, "And here's mine: 'Honey, what do you prefer—my beautiful body or my beautiful face?'" "Your sense of humor," returned Alexander, holding her to him until she couldn't breathe.

It wasn't first love. It wasn't a first kiss. But it was love nonetheless. And the kiss was sweet. And the heart still pounded. And the girl went on.

Tatiana yields herself to remind him that her submission-the source of all his strength-is his privilege and not his right.

Underneath his battle armor, the man who commanded an armored battalion needed her. If he was wounded, she could bandage him. If he was hungry, she could feed him. If he wanted to talk to her, there she was.

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

Love is, to be loved," said Alexander, "in return.