Quotes About Care

The way to fight a woman is with your hat. Grab it and run. The guy who said that was a wise man. He knew what most men don't - Women are powerful creatures who should be handled with care, or they can become very, very dangerous.

My heart is very much alive and in your hands. Do your best not to destroy it. You are very lucky it isn't it my hands... The only thing I know to do with hearts is incinerate them! Ouch!

I don't like you in danger. When a man finds the only person of worth to him, that one person who matters more than anything and makes everything he's ever seen or done or gone through worthwhile, believe me, Rikki, the urge to protect her is overwhelming. If that bothers you, then I'm sorry, because it's going to be happening over and over throughout our years together.

You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason.

Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman.

No one will ever need you more than I do, Ashe. And no man will ever work harder to make certain you're happy. I can promise those two things.

He could keep her safe, make all her troubles go away. He could do that. He was that man.

He had the feeling she hadn't ever felt loved. That was going to change. He knew he loved her. He didn't know when or how it started, it just crept up on him, but he wasn't going to let her feel alone. She would always know she could count on him.

I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.

She could be soft and sensitive. He'd provide the armor for her.

There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you? His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. Dio, bambina, I love that.

Grand-mere is in her eighties with a bad heart. Don' go makin' her cut down a switch to use on either of you," Wyatt warned, half teasing, but more serious. "Because she would if you don' mind your manners.

You have a family," Mikhail said gently. "I am your family. Raven is your family. Our child will be, and of course you have Jacques. Someday you will have children." He sent a slight grin in Gregori's direction. "You can even claim the healer as family. We do, although he dislikes it intensely.

I don't want to crush your heart, sweetheart, but, aside from the fact that it would be impossible for a man like me to do that, it's just plain not happening. I'd kill any idiot who was dumb enough to try to date a daughter of mine." "If they were anything like me, you'd be more than happy to pay someone to take them off your hands." She giggled

If I really wanted you to love me, I should have presented more of a challenge." She burrowed deeper into a pillow. "My hair is a mess." Mikhail sat on the edge of the bed, took the mass of silk in his hands, and gently began to weave the thick strands into a long, loose braid, "If you presented much more of a challenge, little one, my heart would never be able to take it." He sounded amused.

If you let yourself believe in me, I'll take care of us. I believe absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, that you'll take care of us just as well.

He'd meant what he'd said when he'd told her he didn't want to ever see her hurt or with tears in her eyes. He knew never was a long time, but he would still do his best to make that promise count.

He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him.

I want you to be mine completely. I need you to give yourself to me the way you kiss me. More importantly, I need to be your man. The one who shelters you, protects you, gives you everything.

You have to trust me to take care of you through this, Stefano said, I know it's upsetting, but you have us now. You're not alone. [...]you won't be alone ever again, bella. You're mine. I take care of what's mine. Ours, Ricco corrected. 'Famiglia

Wyatt put him carefully in the bottom of the boat and studied him. "I'm thinking we need to make this more comfortable for you." He reached down and crossed Trap's arms over his chest and stepped back in the rocking boat to survey his handiwork. "Much better. The boys are goin' to think you look like Sleepin' Beauty. Maybe Malichai or Mordichai will give you a little kiss.

I will never get enough of you, Raven, never. But you need to soak in the tub, and I need to feed." "Eat." She bent to fill the tub with hot, steamy water. "In English you use the word eat. I'm not the greatest cook, but I could put something together for you." His white teeth gleamed like a predator's as he lit candles for her. "You are not here as my slave, little one. At least not in the domestic sense.

You are safe with me, Raven. I would not allow anyone or anything to harm you." She swallowed nervously as he pushed open the heavy iron gates and mounted the steps. "Just you." She said it under her breath, but knew he heard her.

For all the downsides to being a rider, there was his family. Always there. Always ready to help and watch out for one another. His family was one of the biggest gifts he had to offer Grace.