Quotes About Relationship

I love you, Coya, he whispered. Live for me, baby. Live for me. Because I can't live without you.

If he was going to charm her, tempt her, and steal her heart, then starting out with her upset with him, possibly frightened of him, may not be the wisest course of action.

You would touch another woman?" "I would never do anything that would jeopardize us." That wasn't acceptable. "Ever. Not at any time." As he stared into the darkness, he thought of her touch, her kiss. Could he touch another woman? At any time? "So it would be my choice?" "It would be your choice." "But you would still want to." It wasn't a question.

Don't you leave! She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. You are the best part of me, he whispered. Always remember that, Sabella. The best part of me.

And Rowdy felt like a failure. He had failed to protect the only woman who had ever held his heart because he was too damned busy running from her. He should have been home, he should have been holding her in his bed, loving the hell out of her. If he had staked his claim, she wouldn't have been in that damned apartment.

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

The sharing isn't an every time thing, but it would sure as hell be missed if we stopped." "Has anyone ever asked you to stop, Dawg?" she asked. "Have you ever considered it?" Something dangerous flashed in his expression before it was gone just as quickly. "I'd stop if someone I loved asked it of me. If I knew the woman I loved couldn't handle it." He shrugged his broad shoulders.

Yet, it was different than it had been with Rowdy alone. She struggled to push aside the vague unease she felt. The lack of emotional warmth, of sharing that had come from being in bed upstairs, just her and Rowdy.

She and Ray knew, and though Kelly felt no embarrassment, no shame at the knowledge, what she did feel was a sudden certainty that this wasn't a relationship she could endure. Not because of the knowledge. Not because of morality. Because she didn't love them. She loved Rowdy, and the discontent, the subtle anger building inside her for days now over his expectations were clawing at her heart.

No, she didn't want him; she loved him. She loved him with a strength she hadn't believed in herself. That was, she'd loved him until this morning. Until he had offered her marriage, without the love. "Want isn't enough.

You love her?" Natches frowned, an edge of disbelief in his voice. Love. Son of a bitch. That word was being thrown around like a bone to a favorite hound. "As much as I can love anyone," he finally stated wearily. "I'm committed. That's going to have to be enough for you." He was going to have to find a way to make it enough for Janey.

Lawe's expression was torn, tormented. You're right, Jonas. It's the wrong time for this battle between me and my mate. She keeps telling me that, and I keep refusing to understand. Until now, he stated heavily. She's doing nothing I wouldn't do in her place. Hell, I would have shot me long before now if I were my mate, for standing in my way.

Perhaps a creature of so much ingenuity and deep memory is almost bound to grow alienated from his world, his fellows, and the objects around him. He suffers from a nostalgia for which there is no remedy upon earth except as it is to be found in the enlightenment of the spirit--some ability to have a perceptive rather than an exploitive relationship with his fellow creatures.

God is in the forgiveness business. You don't have to get your life all straightened up before you talk to him.

Jessica, you are a pain in the arse, do you know that? If I were not so immensely fond of you, I should throw you out the window. She wrapped her arms about his waist and laid her head against his chest. Not merely 'fond,' but 'immensely fond.' Oh Dain, I do believe I shall swoon. Not now, he said crossly. I haven't time to pick you up.

We've been wed more than a month. Since it appears you mean to stay, I might as well give you leave to call me by my christian name. It is preferable, at any rate, to 'clodpole.

Jessica: "You great drunken jackass!" Dain: "I did not give you leave to use my Christian name.

I deserve passion, she said. I deserve to be loved- in every way. I deserve a man who'll give his whole heart, not the part he isn't using at the moment..

Of love and my parents, there is little to be written; their relationship to their children was utilitarian. We were fed and housed and dressed and outfitted with more cash than our associates and that was all. We were also vaguely taught certain vague absolutes: that we were better than no one but infinitely superior to everyone...

After four movies, three concerts, and two-and-a-half museums, you sleep with him. It seems the right number of cultural events.

Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.

You emptied the top rack of the dishwasher but not the bottom, so the clean dishes have gotten all mixed up with the dirty ones - and now you want to have sex?

The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing.

They were in performance. They were performing their marriage at me.