I M Yours Quotes

“It was an old Herrani flag, stitched with the royal crest.

Arin said, "But the royal line is gone."

"They're looking for something to call you, Kestrel said, nudging Javelin forward.

"Not this. It's not right."

"Don't worry. They'll find the right words to describe you."

"And you."

"Oh, that's easy."

"It is?" It seemed impossible to name every thing she was to him.

Kestrel's expression was serious, luminous. He loved to see her like this. "They'll say that I'm yours," she told him, "just as you are mine.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Je suis à toi.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“You’ve owned me for years—body and soul. I’ve been a slave to your fucking ghost.”
― Nenia Campbell, Sine Qua Non

“Here I am, after all, welcome home, I'm yours. To which Henry replied: When I wanted you you were not mine, when I needed you you rejected me. Why should I cherish you now?”
― Iris Murdoch, Henry and Cato

“I love you. I am in love with you and falling more in love with you every single day. I have no intention of going anywhere or finding anyone else. Ever. I love you enough at this moment to know you're it for me, and I don't care about anything else. All those things you mentioned? I don't care. I love you. And that means you're mine. But it also means--- and I want you to listen very carefully here, okay?"
Claire tried to nod, her hands flying to his wrists and holding tight.
"It means," Jonny breathed in a low voice, leaning closer until their foreheads touched, "that I am yours. Just yours. Only yours. Which means if anyone is doing any breaking up here, it's going to have to be you, and I'm going to ask you not to do that because there would be no getting over you."
His lips brushed hers once, twice, then sealed over them for a brilliant, blinding, soul-stirring kiss that had Claire tightening her grip on his wrists to keep herself from melting into the tile floor.
This wasn't just a kiss. This was a claiming, a confession, an exclamation point to everything he had said.
This was the engagement ring of non-engaged people who haven't even discussed matrimony.
This was a showstopper of a kiss, and the pièce de résistance of the conversation.
Maybe of the relationship as a whole.”
― Rebecca Connolly, Mayhem on the Marzipan Express