Im Yours Love Quotes

Nae, lassie, let me say this. The choice is yours, just as your life is yours. If you allow me to be a part of it, I will be the happiest man alive, If you don't, I will abide by your wishes, and leave you in peace. Just know that whatever you choose, my devotion to you will never fade. ~ D.A. Henneman

You are mine,I am yours; you may be sure of this. You've been locked inside my heart, the key has been thrown away; within it, you must always stay. ~ Andrew Davidson

Love is, Forever yours. ~ Marianne Stone

Two gentle hearts live together
One is yours and another one is also yours
Yes! I have given you mine
For this reason, sometimes
I may seem heartless

From the poem: Arithmetic ~ Munia Khan

Did you finish yours, Kota?"
"Working on it now, Actually."
"How's it going?"
He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"
My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"
Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor."
"Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked.
"No."
"Does someone die?"
"Not in the story, technically."
"What does he do?"
"He performs an autopsy. ~ C.L.Stone

A kiss-goodnight
Can last for hours
Moaning into your mouth
Licking the sweetness
Of my lips
Biting softly
Holding on
To the taste of yours
Never wanting
To let go
Asking you
To kiss me forever
Asking the goodnight-kiss
To become
A kiss-good-morning
A kiss-I-love-you
An entwined faith
Of two souls
Becoming one
In a single moment's kiss... ~ Veronika Jensen

It was about time you noticed that love grows only in your head. Imagine you could have spent your whole life thinking you are special to someone who doesn't even know you exist. It's time. It's time for your love lobotomy. And get rid of that dream of yours about being the main character in love fairytales. You're not. ~ Qfd

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours? ~ Lauren Kate

There's something fascinating about seeing something you don't like at first but directly know you will love - in time. People are that way, all through life. You come against a personality, and it questions yours. You shy away but know there are gratifying secrets there, and the half-open door is often more exciting than the wide. ~ Vincent Price

When you love someone you gotta trust them, there's no other way. You gotta give them the key to everything that's yours. Otherwise, what's the point? ~ Robert De Niro

Your love is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who you are
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for ~ Sleeping At Last

Am I to be your secret mistress?"
He shakes his head. "No, my love. I will be yours. ~ Sherry D. Ficklin

You can't just sit their and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. ~ Stephen Chbosky

Nonna tucked each of her hands into the opposite sleeve, a wizened Confucius in a leopard bathrobe. "Michelangleo, he goes. For days and days he stays away from Elisabetta. The other girls, the prettier girls, have hope again. And then, there he goes once more, carrying only his nonno's ugly old glass-his telescope-and a bag of figs. These he lays at her feet.
"'I see you,' he tells her. 'Every day for months, I watch. I see you. Where you sit, the sea is calm and dolphins swim near you. I see your mended net looks like a lady's lace. I see you dance in the rain before you run home. I see the jewel mosaic you leave to be scattered and remade again and again, piu bella than gold and pearls. You are piu bella than any other, queen of the sea.
"'You do not need silk or pearls. I see that. But they are yours if you wish. I am yours if you wish.If you like what you see.' He gives her the glass. She takes it. Then she asks, 'What about the figs? My bisnonno, he laughs. 'It might take time, your looking to see if you like me. I bring lunch.'" Nonna slapped her knee again, clearly delighted with little Michelangelo's humor. "There is the love story. You like it?"
I swallowed another yawn. "Si, Nonna.It's a good story." I couldn't resist. "But...a talking seagull? A dolphin guide? That kinda stretches the truth, dontcha think?"
Nonna shrugged. "All truth, not all truth, does it matter? My nonno Guillermo came to Michelangelo and Elisabetta, then my papa Euplio to h ~ Melissa Jensen

Take, Lord, and receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, and my entire will, all I have and call my own. You have given all to me. To you, Lord, I return it. Everything is yours; do with it what you will. Give me only your love and your grace, that is enough for me. ~ Ignatius Of Loyola

My heart races and I look away. "Well I care. So, write it down. For nine weekends and eight thousand dollars, what's yours is mine including your friends." I throw in a little sarcastic eye flutter. "We're going to be so head-over-heels-in-love. I can't wait to see how romantic you are!"
"Oh no. I refuse to be your kind of bumper-sticker-romantic. Don't mistake me for Mr. Darcy."

I gasp. "You don't know Hunger Games or Forks, Washington, but you know Mr. Darcy? Start talking."

"Crap! My grandmother's a fan. She's tortured me since birth with Mr. Darcy. Thanks to her DVD collection, I can quote Jane Austen faster than the Elmo song."

I laugh, surprised again. "Prove it."

"Elizabeth, daaarling!" He's launched into a breathless English accent. "I love, love, love you, and I never want to be parted from you from this day forward. Pardon me, whilst I puke…"

"No way!" I beam. "Let the contract state that I want the Mr. Darcy accent once a week!" I can't help but laugh again because he's shaking his head and laughing back. ~ Anne Eliot

I have big everything on the bottom, but I love my legs. You've got to love what's yours. ~ Alicia Keys

You are my life and you are my everything and you are my love," he says gently. "You have shaken me to my very soul, rattled the bars around my heart, and I am yours, Maggie, I am yours. ~ Karina Halle

A smug smile crept onto my lips, I said, "Is that jealousy I detect?"
"No. Not jealousy. Possessiveness. You're mine. You will always be mine. Just like I'm yours, and will always remain yours. ~ Marilyn Phillips

To say that I fell into this love suggests a series of coincidences or just pure luck that takes away from the responsibility of my choice. For if our days are long or our nights bleak, when life springs unpleasant surprises along our way, I will remember that loving you was my choice. I will remember that love is much more than intense feelings. For feelings can be fickle and change so swiftly just in the course of one day. Know this then, my love. Know that this choice to forever link my life with yours was mine alone to make. With eyes wide open and clear, in the presence of God, our families, and our friends, I choose to spend the rest of my life with you and with you alone. ~ Yejide Kilanko

On a construction site sabotage could be potentially deadly. Alarm jumped through her. "Is anyone hurt?"
"No, thankfully. But… I need to be there."
"Then go. I've got my communicator and everyone knows I'm yours now anyway." She liked saying that she was his. He liked it as well if the smoldering look he gave her was any indication.
As the elevator made a soft ding, she leaned up and kissed him, not caring about the public affection. He didn't seem to mind either as he deepened the kiss for a little longer than was probably publicly acceptable.
When the doors opened, there were two males inside who didn't appear to be getting off - until Con growled at them. Without pause, they politely stepped off and let her get on. Even though there was enough room for about twenty warriors, apparently Con was feeling extra protective today.
She bit back a smile and blew him a kiss goodbye in full view of the two males. To her surprise his ears tinged red.
It was the last thing she saw before the doors closed. A short laugh escaped as she pressed the correct floor. ~ Savannah Stuart

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself ~ all that runs over will be yours. ~ Charles Caleb Colton

Is that all you want?"

At that, he reaches for me, and pulls me toward him so that we're standing face to face. "Well, I want you, but I didn't think I had to say that," he says. "In whatever capacity I can have you, for however long you want me, I'm yours."

I smile, rolling onto the balls of my feet to kiss him softly.

"Yana Crebesti," I murmur against his lips. "No matter what comes. ~ Laura Sebastian

Sleep, he said, and because he couldn't bear to think of her in pain: As you dream, know that you are loved. 'Course I am. I'm yours. ~ Nalini Singh

Nice costume," he said.
"Ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours."
Amusement curled his mouth. "If you don't like it, I can take it off. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

I want you. All of you - the good, the bad, the pain, the anger. If you're walking through hell, I'm holding your hand the whole way through. If the fires in our lives keep rising, we'll burn as one. You're it for me, Logan. Yesterday, today, tomorrow - I'm yours. You're my eternal flame. ~ Brittainy C. Cherry

Yours till submarines have screen doors. ~ Carole Geithner

I love you. I wish I had better ways to show it. All I have is this brash, reckless heart. But it's yours. ~ Tessa Dare

Is that what you see in my eyes, that you know nothing about me?"
"Nothing is written in your eyes". I replied.
"It is written in my eyes and i see the reflection in yours ~ Haruki Murakami

Love Sorrow

Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must
take care of what has been
given. Brush her hair, help her
into her little coat, hold her hand,
especially when crossing a street. For, think,

what if you should lose her? Then you would be
sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness
would be yours. Take care, touch
her forehead that she feel herself not so

utterly alone. And smile, that she does not
altogether forget the world before the lesson.
Have patience in abundance. And do not
ever lie or ever leave her even for a moment

by herself, which is to say, possibly, again,
abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult,
sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child.
And amazing things can happen. And you may see,

as the two of you go
walking together in the morning light, how
little by little she relaxes; she looks about her;
she begins to grow. ~ Mary Oliver

How I go to the woods
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.
I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much. ~ Mary Oliver

Your inability to see the wisdom in someone else is not a reflection on their lack of perspicacity, it is a reflection on yours. ~ Ilyas Kassam

Always. Only. Ever yours. ~ Jillian Dodd

Motherhood changed you from the second you looked into the big, innocent eyes of your child. Within an instant, you had an unlimited supply of love for that precious, tiny being. They would forever be yours, and you would forever be the one person who would always love them, protect them, cherish them, worry about them, and fight for them.
Everything else felt minor in comparison. ~ Max Monroe

Now that little problem of yours, this business of not knowing good men from bad men and villains from heroes and so forth ... There's still plenty for you to do. And you'll do it. And when you fall in love and have a mistress or a wife and children to look after, it will all seem easier." He opened the door but stopped on the threshold. "Surround yourself with human beings, my dear. They are easier to fight for than principles." He laughed. "But don't let me down and become human yourself. We would lose such a wonderful machine." With a wave of his hand he shut the door. ~ Ian Fleming

Just love me, Harry. That's what I wanted to say. Love me like you used to. Like I was special instead of a cross you have to bear. Like the differences between us are good things instead of something awful. I want it to be the way it used to be when you looked at me as though you couldn't believe I was yours. Like I was the most wonderful creature in the world. I know I don't look the way I did then. I know I have stretch marks everywhere, and I know how much you used to love my breasts, and now they're halfway to my knees, and I hate this, and I hate that you don't love me like you used to, and I hate the fact that you're making me
beg! ~ Susan Elizabeth Phillips

It's sweet and everything, but it's like you're not even there sometimes. It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms or something like that? You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things."
"Like what?" I asked. My mouth was dry.
"I don't know. Like take their hands when the slow song comes up for a change. Or be the one who asks someone for a date. Or tell people what you need. Or what you want. ~ Stephen Chbosky

And how long must I stay?
Will I lay by your side
Just to say that I'm yours
And you'll never be mine ~ Ambassadors

Home is my heart in your hands, and yours in mine. Nothing will ever change that. ~ T.A. Chase

It was important not to offend against the laws of magic. If a woman left you it was because you did not cast the right spell over her, or else because someone else cast a stronger enchantment than yours, or else because your marriage was cursed in such a way that it cut the ties of love between husband and wife. Why did So-and-so enjoy success in his businesses? Because he visited the right enchanter. There was a thing in the emperor that rebelled against all this flummery, for was it not a kind of infantilization of the self to give up one's power of agency and believe that such power resided outside oneself rather than within? This was also his objection to God, that his existence deprived human beings of the right to form ethical structures by themselves. ~ Salman Rushdie