Quotes About Relationship

Now she had to pretend not to love the man she was pretending to love while pretending she wasn't sleeping with him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into the face of the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. "Just promise to love me forever." "This is one story that's going to have a happy ending," he told her, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

I do need you, because I love you and you make me happy. I can live my life just fine on my own, but it will be so much better if I live it with you.

Sometimes you can't stand the sound of her voice and other times you wonder how you'd even breathe if she wasn't there. That's marriage, and she'll feel the same way.

Instead of someday meeting the woman he was meant to spend the rest of his life with, maybe he'd simply met her again.

Sean had to get out of the house or he was totally going to lose it. He wasn't sure if that meant punching a hole in the wall or tossing Emma over his shoulder and carrying her off to bed caveman-style, but either was a bad idea. Time to go for a ride and get some space, but first he stuck another sticky note to the mirror and uncapped the Sharpie. You can hold my hand or pat my head or scratch my belly but don't rub the back of my neck again unless you want to get naked.

He'd just retrieved the stash of condoms from the bedside drawer and tossed them in the duffel because he'd be damned if he'd facilitate her sleeping with some other guy in the future, when Emma walked in.

For something I've obsessed about right down to the last detail, I can't help but think I should have thought it through a little more." "You can still change your mind." She shook her head. "No, we're committed." "Or we should be," he said, and they both laughed.

Gimme a few minutes and I'll meet you outside." "Wait. You're going, too?" He snorted and swung his feet to the floor. "Of course I'm going with you to pick up your grandmother at the airport. What kind of jerk did you think you were marrying?

She didn't miss the fact Kevin's eyes lit up when he saw her in a way they hadn't for the napkin kisser. It helped soothe her annoyance but also put her squarely back in conflicted territory. She wasn't willing to risk their friendship on a real relationship, but she didn't want anybody else to have him, either.

Of course I care. You're my big sister. I may act like a pain in the butt sometimes, but I actually like you. Pissing you off is just a hobby with me. [pp. 109]

I feel the need to fall in love with the world, to forge that relationship ever more strongly. But maybe I don't have to work so hard. I have thought nature indifferent to humans, to one more human, but maybe the reverse is true. Maybe the world is already in love, giving us these gifts all the time—the glimpse of a fox, tracks in the sand, a breeze, a flower--calling out all the time: take this. And this. And this. Don't turn away.

Your maman was in my room last night." "And I was not." His tone was glum.

I knew full well that Lane considered himself more family than servant to my uncle, and that my uncle felt the same; the only real question was who considered himself the father and who the child.

Goddamn it," Zane murmured, raking a hand through his hair. What had happened was his fault—he had failed to be the dominant that the submissive obviously wanted and most certainly needed. Instead of taking control he had relinquished it and thus had probably ruined any chance with her.

I learned that the true purpose of working with a horse at liberty in a round pen is simply this: to capture his attention and get him interested in you.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Please, Jesus, I want him to be my son.

God has placed us in a body. He called us the body of Christ because we are dependent on each other to function well, to love well, to struggle well.

How many times you figure on firing me?" Pat Rin yos'Phelium sighed. "Refresh my memory, Mr. McFarland. How many times have I succeeded in firing you thus far?

If I could choose, a place to die," it would never have been in your arms, old darling, we figured I'd see you out, in mine

I feel like his victim, and he seems my victim

I want to say to him, now, What was it like, to love me—when you looked at me, what did you see?

We joked about putting it off, but underneath the joking, grim and hidden, he wanted to leave me, and he was working toward it and against it, maybe worried he could not do it, longing for it and fearing it, and not speaking of it