Quotes About Relationship

It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well but still not understand what made her happy.

He rolled his eyes. Why was he surprised about anything having to do with her? Of course she'd be able to lift a large stone. She was Henry. She could probably lift him.

She was married now, and suddenly she understood what it was her mother had been trying so hard to tell her on her wedding night. Marriage was about compromise, and she and Phillip were very different people. They might be perfect for one another, but that didn't mean they were the same. And if she wanted him to change some of his ways for her, well then, she was going to have to do the same for him.

No, she didn't need someone perfect. She just needed someone perfect for her.

It was not that he'd changed her; all of the seeds were already there. But with him, she grew.

Oh, come now, you two," Lady Manston said, "surely it can be no surprise that I have long hoped for an alliance between the Rokesbys and Bridgertons." "Alliance?" Billie echoed, and all George could think was that it was a terrible, clinical word, one that could never encompass all that he had come to feel for her.

And could it even really be called a kiss? It had been very, very short. And did it mean anything if the kisser (him) had been feeling terribly grateful to the kissee (her) and possibly even indebted, in the most elemental of ways? She'd saved his life, after all. A kiss was not entirely out of order. Plus, he had said, "Forgive me." Did it count as a kiss if the kisser had asked for forgiveness? Honoria thought not.

He wasn't certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger, and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn't happened in a blinding flash. It had been a slow, sneaky process, quietly coloring his emotions until he realized that without her, his life lacked all meaning. -Benedict's thoughts about Sophie

It occurred to Anthony that when she wasn't arguing with him, Kate Sheffield might bloody well be the finest woman in England.

He was just . . . George. And she loved him. She loved him, and—OH DEAR GOD, SHE HAD JUST STOPPED HIM FROM ASKING HER TO MARRY HIM. What had she done? And more importantly, how could she undo it?

You invited me.' 'Eh?' 'Your sister. By extension, you.' 'Will our sisters ever not be, by extension, us?

Colin leaned forward. "I really did not want to leave my wife.

She shrugged. "I'm surprised your mother didn't inform you of my presence. Or Belle. She has spoken about you a great deal." His eyes narrowed as his heart sank. "You've become friendly with Belle?" He saw all his hopes for a flirtation with this girl going up in smoke.

He took a step toward her, his clothing slipping from his fingers. 'There has been a terrible mistake.' 'Yes, there has,' she said, her entire body shaking with emotion. 'I was mistaken to think I could ever be enough of a woman to please you, to ever think that I could learn what it means to be anyone else but me.

You married into the family. You have to love me. It's a contractual obligation.

She was the key to his health. She fed his happiness. She would be the making of him.

I don't want you to feel grateful that I married you," he said. "But I do," she admitted. "Fine, then. Feel grateful." She drew back. "What?" "If you want to feel grateful, then feel grateful." She blinked. This was not what she'd expected him to say. Then he took her hand and raised it to his lips. "But I get to feel grateful too.

He wasn't sure how it had come about, but her good opinion meant a great deal to him. Of course, he needed her approval in his much-neglected suit of Edwina, but there was more to it than that. She'd insulted him, she'd nearly dunked him in The Serpentine, she'd humiliated him at Pall Mall, and yet he craved her good opinion.

because he was quite certain it would be nearly impossible to live with her, but somehow he knew that it wouldn't be at all difficult to love her.

Even while he'd been gone, she'd always know he was /there/, sharing the same planet with her, walking the same earth.

They just don't know you,' Penelope said, patting her on the hand. 'And they don't know *you*, either,' Lady Danbury quite pointedly replied ... 'I'd say it was their loss ... Not [a loss] to them, but to you, because as often as I call them fools ... some of them are actually rather decent people, and it's a crime they haven't gotten to know you.

He is asking Caroline to produce a list," Georgina explained. "What sort of list?" Finchley asked. "A list of women to marry," Hugh said feeling as if his idea had been a stupid one. Now even Finchbird would take the piss out of him as well. "I find that one wife is more than enough," his brother-in-law said grinning.

I very specifically told you to stay away from Ned Blydon." "I chose not to follow your advice. Ned is a very nice person. Handsome, personable—a perfect escort." "That is precisely why I wanted you to keep him at arm's length.

She loved him, and he loved her, and if there was anything more, anything else important in her world, it just didn't matter. Not right there, not right then.