Quotes About Relationship

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

Richard still calls me "darling" in a heart-melting way. He tells me I'm brave to fall in love again and urges me on in my writing as he always does.

And one single thing about all this: We were both seventy-two and age meant nothing. We were getting as loopy, as obsessed with each other as anyone falling under the spell of romance.

Should I get married? Should I be good? Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood? —GREGORY CORSO, "Marriage

And maybe he had more room for me in his heart.

He's not your prince charming if he doesn't make sure you know that you're his princess.

Our love is like a song, but you won't sing along.

The truth is you can have a great marriage, but there are still no guarantees.

I'm certainly not the first person to be in a relationship with a younger man, but somehow I was plucked out as a bit of a poster girl.

I have had a love-hate relationship with my body.

Those truly linked don't need correspondence. When they meet again after many years apart, Their friendship is as true as ever.

I am wholly yours - you are everything to me; we will sustain each other in all the ills of life it may please fate to inflict upon us; you will soothe my troubles; I will comfort you in yours.

I wandered over across the hall where they were showing a short movie about vasectomies. Much later I told her that I'd actually gotten a vasectomy a long time ago, and somebody else must have gotten her pregnant. I also told her once that I had inoperable cancer and would soon be passed away and gone, eternally. But nothing I could think up, no matter how dramatic or horrible, ever made her repent or love me the way she had at first, before she really knew me.

For a seducer to claim to love her as he loved God was sacrilege.

she isn't mine ... . She is ultimately God's, and I'm simply a steward of her heart for a season.

I'm not trying to take your freedom. God knows you deserve it after being married to that monster. I don't want to trap you or hold you back or control you." He gently cupped her face. "I only want to love you, honey.

Thought you weren't coming with him," Wade said. She darted a glance at him, but he was looking over her head. "Thought you didn't care." "I don't." "Good.

I love you, Jade. I have for a long time, and I'm sure not going to stop now." She

I'm not ready for you to go." His voice was thick and smoky.

He didn't want to share his life with a couple stinky cowboys. He wanted Shay back. He wanted them to be a family, Shay, Olivia, and him. He wanted to share Shay's bed, to wake up and see her face every morning for the rest of his life. He wanted to hear Olivia call for "Dad" again and know she was calling for him.

It had been so long, a full five months since he'd left. Since she had tossed him from the property. What would she say when she saw him? He feared she'd kick him from her land without giving him a chance to explain. Travis wiped his sweaty palms down the length of his thigh. She'd hear him out whether she wanted to or not. He'd tossed her over his shoulder once before, and he'd do it again. He loved her, and it was time she believed it.

All he could think of was how wonderful it would be to have Jade for himself. To have his ring on her finger. Have her by his side. Quiet suppers and bathroom sink sharing and bickering over closet space. Boat rides and grocery trips and sheet wars. And later . . . school programs, family devotions, Saturday morning cartoons. He

I love you so much, Shay Brandenberger. I want you to be my wife because you choose to be, not because of some cockamamie accident. I want to love you the rest of your life. I want to be a father for Olivia . . ." He reached out and palmed the side of her belly, a tiny smile hitching up his lips. "A father for our child.

She did love him. Maybe it wasn't quite the same, but it was close enough. The closest he'd ever dreamed of having, and he was going to take it. He'd be a fool not to.