Quotes About Relationship

And what had happened to the friendship and the love? . . . They had seemed strong enough for a lifetime of happiness.

He must not know that this separation would be more painful to her than it would be to him.

Some things always remain the same. We are not the same people we were six years ago. We will have to get to know each other again. But our love has survived, has it not? Can we not give it a chance again, Elizabeth? You do love me, do you not? Yes, she admitted hesitantly against his coat, I always have. Well, he said, chuckling against her hair. You have sealed your doom now, love. You cannot expect me ever to let you go after you have admitted that, you know.

She did love him. She always had, even when she had hated him most.

I care to marry only a gentleman who loves me.

I want you to know—and I swear by all that I once held honorable that I tell the truth—that I loved you when we came here together . . . I loved you, Becky, with the whole of my being.

Love him she might, but she was not foolish or degraded enough to want to resume a relationship in which she had been treated with such contempt.

They always quarreled bitterly when they were alone together—or they made love.

It is the gentleman's job to match his pace and his step to the lady's. men do not have. All the power in the world, you see, despite what women often believe.

Robert...When you are eighty-two years old, know that there is an eighty-year-old woman somewhere who loves you. Isn't that a delightful thought to keep you going for the next fifty years or so?" "You will probably still have a court of admirers," he said, "and will not be interested in knowing that there is also an eighty-two-year-old man who loves you.

It had been a short conversation. It had also been the kindest they had shared in longer than ten years.

Character traits are longer-lasting and are something on which a good marriage can be built. Respect and affection can grow in a marriage if husband and wife like and respect each other.

I am not afraid of being single. I am afraid of making a marriage I would regret.

You do know her rather well, your Grace, he said with respect. Eversleigh regarded his brother-in-law steadily. Of course, he said. I happen to love her, you see.

Oh, she cried, exasperated, ''I'll not stand for this, Marius! Then you shall just have to lie down for it, my love, he said soothingly.

She was finding it increasingly painful to hate him.

I'll never stop loving you. Don't expect it of me.

Then marry me, he said . . . You like me, do you not, Elizabeth? We could have a good friendship, I believe, a good life together. I have enough love for both of us. I should never demand more than you are prepared to give.

And she was beginning to like him, despite everything. Perhaps she was beginning to feel a little more than liking.

I am exceedingly fond of her, he said. Which is not a particularly ardent thing to say, Viscount Luttrell pointed out.

He was, he realized without any real surprise, quite irrevocably in love with her. Her joy was his; her pain was his. There was no point in further denial—not to himself at least.

He had to force himself not to pull her into his arms to comfort her. Damn it, he had hurt her when he had meant only to tease. And he was uncomfortable with feelings of compassion.

A shocking humiliation, is it not? he said. What are we going to do about it, Allie? Marry each other as a consolation?

Elizabeth had tried to hate him in that first year when the pain had been intense enough to drive her almost out of her mind. But even then she had not been able to. The best she could do eventually was to dull all feeling, so that a mere empty ache would gnaw at her when her mind strayed to that episode in her life. She had trained herself to think of him, if at all, as he was at the beginning of their relationship.