Quotes About Relationship

Kit stepped close enough for Oxford to feel the heat of his breath, Will imagined, the naked blade angled between them as if laid down the center of a bed.

Oh, sweeting. Thou scorned not my money before. Whyso now?

Sally would have given Dr. Zhiruo a full report, so I didn't feel the need to warn her about Helen's uncanny relationship with the machine, and whatever had gone wrong with her-their?-programming that led to the progressive deconstruction of the ship.

Once you signed the contract, you would never be alone again.

When Morrow called Closs, it was a cause for concern. When she called him at home and didn't waste time on pleasantries, it was nearly a cause to panic.

It's way too late to start pretending you like me." "I do like you, you enormous pain in the ass.

Michelangelo leaned back, but his breath stayed warm on Vincent's cheek and Vincent didn't pull away.

Just because I don't care for the prowl myself doesn't mean I can't be a pretty good wingperson.

She had controlled him. Down to the breath he drew. He'd thanked her for it, and it hadn't been enough for her. Fair enough. He had, after all, defied her in the end.

The pain in him might have been my own.

Be cautious, please. I should hate to lose the pleasure of your conversation.

I loved him. I love you. After a fashion.

We've walked into a lover's quarrel, gentlemen.

We might have been two opposite halves of one thing, complementary and conflicted.

How long has it been, mistress? Just think: I offer what another cannot. I am what I am, and no apologies. I will not lie to you, promise to protect you, take my use of you, and leave. I cannot, and you will always have control of me.

I think you did try to save him for you loved him. And he failed to be saved because he loved himself.

They were on opposite sides of this issue, and both of them had catastrophically let me down.

Sebastien lay with closed eyes and listened to the silent, cool pressure of the couch, more an absence than a presence. It was as if a ghost lay down beside him. He knew without looking that David would be leaned on one elbow, studying Sebastien over the narrow bridge of his nose.

I kept waiting for her to reach out, to ask, to flirt. To get back to her gaslighting games, to get whatever she wanted from me.

An interrogation was a relationship, and relationships were based on developing trust.

She never called, but she was there always, just at the edge of his awareness. He knew her despair and her grief. She punished herself. He thought she must not understand how she punished him, as well.

They were cordial enough in that way that people can be who have nothing in common and little to talk about. Muire was satisfied with the lack of depth in that relationship, even as Thorvaldsdottir's political activism lead her to celebrity and a series of public confronations and condemnations over the Eiledian Thing's handling of the current crisis.

I might have her body under control-but she, in her own way, had mine. I was going where she wanted to go, where her friends were waiting for us. And okay, it might be a little embarrassing for her to explain how she wound up handcuffed to a stanchion, but she could probably spin that as part of her master plan to subvert me.

Worthy or not, despised or adored, she was his and he was hers.