Quotes About Relationship

Stay put," he said. "I don't want you setting off any explosives that'll get us both killed." "Let me go with you." "I don't want you getting hurt, Red." There was something about the sound of his voice that gave her pause. "Don't tell me you care." He ruffled her hair as though she were four instead of twenty-five. "All right, I won't. Just stay put.

as he'd grumbled, punctuation counted. And when he was finished, although she wasn't entirely prepared to give in, she hadn't been able to deny that he had a point.

having a lover doesn't necessarily mean having someone to love".

Let me tell you what I want,' he said fiercely. 'For a start, I want you. I told you that, but perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I want the whole package, hang-ups, fears and phobias, as well as the good parts.

We only trust people we know,' says Martha Tennison...'If you're struggling to trust God, it may be because you don't really know God.

We are as intimate with God as we choose to be."7 The only limitations of God's presence in our lives are the limits we ourselves set—the excuses we set up to avoid being filled to the measure with God.

Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?

I'll be your old lady and I'll wear your patch. But if you ever let some bitch shove her tits in your face again, I'll shoot you myself.

I want you to be my old lady, babe. That's all I have to offer. I'm a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I'll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That's everything I've got and it's all yours if you'll take it.

I think you're a raging asshole. Ruger laughed. "Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out.

Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lip twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

You want the freedom to sleep around. I'm not willing to give you that. I want more. Sounds like we have a fundamental difference of opinion here, and I'm not going to try and change you. But I'll tell you one thing, Ruger- I deserve to be with someone who gives a shit about me, as a person. Someone who values me enough not to fuck other women. I'd rather be alone the rest of my life than settle for what you're offering. Consider yourself a hell of a booty call, but that's it. We clear?

I've been wonderin' if I could take you—whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. You've been mine for a hell of a long time and I just didn't realize it.

Let's be honest here," I said, throwing it all out. "We both know I'm gonna fuck up. But I'm pretty sure I love you, Em." Her breath caught. "What did you just say?" "I love you,

Becca Jones might be my property in the eyes of the club, but the reality was that she owned me and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.

We've been in a relationship for five years now," Puck said, his voice hard. "It wasn't normal, it wasn't exclusive . . . Hell, I don't know what the fuck it was, but we both know that's the truth. Whatever's between us, it's been there since the first night we met.

At least, I think I love you. I've never felt this way before, but I can't imagine caring about anyone more than this. I want to be with you, Emmy. Hell, I offered to let you kick my balls just so you'd feel better. Doesn't that count for something?

Are you ever going to forgive me?" he asked softly, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Sometimes it feels like you hate me out of habit … Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel?

I won't fuck around," he said. "Just so you know. I nearly lost you. I won't risk that again. I told you before I'd never be a one-woman man, but I was wrong.

No, I mean I'm claiming her for real. Now. I'm done fucking around. Gonna make her my old lady.

You ready to go home?" I asked. "I've been ready to go home all night. I still hate you." "You need to find new insults. That's getting old." "Fuck off." Grinning, I climbed onto my bike. She climbed up behind me, tucking in tight and wrapping her arms around my waist, tits pressed against my back. For the first time in forever things in my world felt right, twisted as that sounds. She was mine. She'd always be mine.

Ruger's eyes darkened. "You want this as much as I do," he said, voice soft. "It's not goin' away. We're just going to burn up higher and higher until one of us explodes and we get hurt. Let's end it now. I need inside you, Sophie.

When a man takes a woman as his property, it's not about owning her," he continues, eyes searching my face. "It's about trusting her. This is my life I'm handing you, Sophie. Not just my life – my brothers' lives, too.

This isn't about getting laid, Randi. I just want it clear – I'm staking my claim. I missed out the first time we met. I won't let it happen again.