Quotes About Relationship

What if our love is like a new species, something with no classification yet? What if what we have together doesn't fit neatly into any labeled drawer? That doesn't mean it isn't real.

Una pregunta para la eternidad: ¿está locamente enamorada de mí la dama que tengo a la derecha?

What do you communicate to your husband? One wife put it like this: I told God about his bad points, and I told him about his good points.

God gave you the gift of passion so that you and your husband can experience intimate oneness. He also gave it to you so you could share exquisite pleasure.

He used you, yeah. But what if you hadn't come? My family would have run again, but we would never have been free. We would never stop hunting us. I know. I thought of my frustration in Paris and I couldn't even imagine how sick of running Seth must be. That's why I had to come. His eyebrow cocked upward. And here I thought you came to see me.

There is no real aloneness. There is solitude and the nurturing silence that is relationship with ourselves, but even then we are part of something larger.

Before you know it, you'll be smiling at her across the breakfast table. I don't smile, Cahill said, though he was having to fight his amusement. So you'll be scowling at her across the breakfast table. That isn't my point.

Faithfulness." She thought of her second fiance, the bastard. "Life's too short to waste it on someone you can't trust. You should be able to depend on the man you love not to lie to you or cheat on you. If you have that as a base, you can work on the other stuff.

I'm not good at games, Robert. Don't kiss me unless it's for read. Don't come around unless you mean to stay. Do you mean marriage? he asked coolly, his expressive eyebrows lifting. ...if you're looking for a summer affair, I'm not your woman. His mouth twisted as an unreadable expression crossed his face. Oh, but you are. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet.

She glanced at her watch. He'd been massaging his legs for half an hour. I think that's enough, she said firmly. Don't you want to go back to bed? He straightened up in the wheelchair and his teeth flashed in a grin. Baby, I'm so tired of that bed, the only way you could get me back in it would be if you crawled in there with me.

He smiled, his red lips stretching over his teeth, and he said, 'Hello, Mother'.

He was different from every other man she knew. He was capable of loving; he was at once a laughing daredevil and a hard-hitting businessman. But most of all, he needed her. Other patients had needed her, but only as a therapist. Blake needed her, the woman she was, because only her personal strengths had enabled her to help him with her trained skills and knowledge. She couldn't remember anyone ever needing her before.

He'd never thought he would love any woman, least of all an Anglo, but that was before this slight, delicate creature had bulldozed her way into his life and completely changed it.

I don't have casual sex, she said. He almost smiled. It was merely an expression in those pale eyes, rather than an actual movement of his mouth. My dear, I promise you there wouldn't be anything casual about it.

Daisy was still lingering in the kitchen when they arrived, and when she saw Steven she shook a wooden spoon at him. "I raised this chile to be a good girl," she warned. "Don't you go messin' with her, hear?" The beginnings of a grin quirked Steven's lips, but he didn't quite give in to it. "Yes, ma'am," he said. Emma

I hate you, Caleb Halliday," she vowed. He kissed her lightly, and she caught the spicy female scent of her own body. "Of course you do, darling," he said, propelling her toward the Tibbets' front gate. "And what happened tonight is never going to happen again!" "Wrong," Caleb said confidently. "It's going to happen thousands of times, in thousands of different places." Before

There were times when Caleb thought he'd go insane if he had to put another platoon of privates through their paces on the parade grounds. But now there was Lily, and she'd changed everything. As soon as he'd brought her around to his way of thinking and she was safely ensconced in a proper house, Caleb decided, he would go back to Pennsylvania and make an attempt at setting things right. Maybe he would even leave the army and take his proper place in the world. Lily

So," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and escorting her toward his small wooden house, "you've finally come to your senses and decided to settle down and make a real life for yourself. The major seems like a fine man to me." Lily wondered if Rupert had overlooked the fact that she and Caleb hated each other. "He's a pompous, overbearing, bullying ass," she replied. Rupert grinned. "Just what you need," he retorted. As

I hope it won't rain," Lily said, feeling very shy all of a sudden. Caleb turned and smiled at her. "Whatever happens, Lily," he said, "I'll take care of you." Soon

I'm surprised at you, Lily. You allowed the man liberties, and yet you treat him like a typhoid carrier. Do you love him or not?" Lily

Mind you don't fall in love with him, Emma. I've got Fairfax pegged for a good man, but I suspect you're right in thinking he's in some kind of trouble. I won't have you caught in the middle of somebody else's fight." Emma

If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.

So you're falling for her?" Hager said on the phone. Joe paced his living room, watching the sun sinking behind the mountains. "Yes. It wasn't intentional. I don't know when it happened.

there is a vast difference between talking about God and listening to a God who talks to you.