Quotes About Relationship

She would never marry a rake, if you will pardon my plain speaking. Then she will reform him . . . A reformed rake makes the best of husbands, it is said.

I do not know what happened, Beth, she cried, but I do know it must have been something dreadful. You are both such dear people, and I know something quite extraordinary must have driven you apart.

He had loved her as she had loved him. A foolish youthful emotion that was as insubstantial as a dream—and that left enough pain in its wake to cripple one for a lifetime.

How could she expect ever to find a man who would want to marry her just because she was? It was absurd. And she would have to return the compliment, would she not? She could not expect any man to love her that deeply if she did not also understand that he simply was, and that his wasness or isness made him forever the love of her heart. The love of her life.

Piers was the last person she had expected to see. She had thought never to see him again. And he was unmarried, unbetrothed, unattached.

It may not be finished between us after all, Christina. It may be just beginning.

And he had felt all the responsibility of knowing that she was deeply in love with him.

What is going to happen between you and me in that time? Are we going to do what we both want to do?

But did he want to repeat that sort of relationship? . . . The inability to share any of his inner self with her?

If he was determined to give, then she would take.

They had not felt the absence of larger celebrations. They had wanted only each other. Their world had been complete.

For God's sake if you must hate me, do so wholeheartedly.

There was a sweet, seductive feeling of comfort and closeness, with no unease at all.

But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.

You aren't intending to spend your married life quarreling, I hope?" Claude said, frowning as his brother passed a hand nervously through his hair and turned to the door. "I intend to be happy," Lord Francis said. "I shall see to it that I quarrel with Soph every day of our lives, Claude.

I think a marriage is for two people, Charles. But a wedding is for their families and friends.

Is there any chance at all that you still feel— I do. So do I, she said. They had understood each other perfectly. I love you. So do I. I love you too. Will you marry me? Yes.

But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.

What had Robert said? Would he have sent any message for her? A message of regret, perhaps, like the very last words he had spoken to her? Would he perhaps have sent her a letter?

And you would probably be always telling me that I am angry with you when I am not angry at all but only afraid of losing you.

I am not your wife. We are strangers. Did I imagine that wedding service we attended together in a small church in Devon? he asked. Did I imagine that we consummated the marriage in a very thorough manner for two nights?

That night had been the beginning of an idyllic few months. They had already been friends. Now they were also deeply in love.

He was no dream lover. He was Jack. And she loved him. And would no longer believe that it was a misplaced love. She loved him. No matter what. For always.

He would do anything to put things right for her, though he knew from experience that no one could ever put someone else's life to rights. One could only listen and encourage and love. And hold when holding was appropriate.