Quotes About Relationship

Smitty leaned forward, resting his arms on this raised knees. "I am fixin' to get mad, Jessie. "You're fixin' to get mad?" "Yeah." "Why don't you just get mad?" "I'm not there yet. But I will be if you don't start talking to me." Smitty to Jessie Ann

She still sighed out her answer, though. "Fine. I'll go." "Now, darlin'. I know I'm pulling you away from playing grab ass with my oldest boy on his nice hardwood floor…" Angie barely stopped herself from spitting out her mouthful of coffee. "But if he's anything like his daddy, trust me, he'll still be here when you get back.

Uh…tell me, Mace. Have you actually let her in on the fact she's yours now?" "No. But I will. She'll simply have to deal with it." Smitty sighed. "So says the King of the Jungle.

Lock reached for the French toast first, but Ric slapped his hand away and placed a carefully prepared plate in front of him. As Lock waited, Ric went to the counter and returned with a small strainer. He tapped the side, covering the French toast with powdered sugar. Somehow the wolf managed not to get any on Lock's bacon or sausage. "There. Isn't that nice?" "I have to say our relationship is getting stranger and stranger as we get older.

I swear, Santiago! You are an idiot!" "I'm only trying to help you along. The guy is all over you and you need to let him know your're interested before some other biker slut, such as yourself, snaps him up with a well-timed blow job.

Mace let out an exasperated sigh. "It's bad enough we have the baby. Which I was accepting of because he's mine." "That's real big of ya, hoss.

Mace-Let's get something straight right now woman...we are a couple. Dez-I never agreed to that! Mace- Don't care!

All right fine!" she snapped. "I'm in love with you. There. I said it. Now get over yourself." "You know, I think those are the words written on the Taj Mahal: 'I said it. Now get over yourself.' Some of the greatest love stories have started with those words.

I'm okay," he reassured her before he could say something stupid. Like "marry me.

Marry me." Hiding his immense relief, Lock replied, "Shouldn't we get to know each other better?" "What else is there to know?" she asked, her eyes gazing hungrily on his mouth

She sighed as if she'd realized the worst thing imaginable. "We're going to be together and in love forever, aren't we?

Reaching out, Lock snagged Blayne by the forearm and pulled her back. "When this is over, she still better love me." "Don't worry about anything," Blayne promised. She leaped up and kissed his cheek. "You're the bestest bear ever." "Yeah, but I better not be the loneliest," he called after her.

Well, I hope you were nice to him 'cause I was kind of an asshole.

Fuck," Livy said as she buried her face in her hands. "What? What's wrong?" She looked at him. Actually, it was more of a scowl. She scowled at him. "I'm in love with you," Livy snapped. "And it's your fucking fault." "Uh...sorry?" "Oh, shut up." "Well . . . if it makes you feel better, I'm in love with you, too." "As a matter of fact, it doesn't make me feel better.

It took me a long time to realize that distance can ruin even the best of intentions.

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.

However time or circumstances may come between mother and her child, their lives are interwoven forever.

As I grow older I spend more time with my wife, and gradually my interest in the woman's world is growing.

If you don't annoy your big sister for no good reason from time to time, she thinks you don't love her anymore.

A crush is just as simple as admiration. You get attracted to another person and time can allow feelings to grow more into something more than that.

To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up.

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.

If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other's toes, we'll never have time to be friends.