Ash

“Come away with me and be my wife.” She gave a harsh laugh. “If you want a wife, send for one by mail, or wait for the next wagon train to cross the mountains.” He came toward her. “I can give you a good life. I don’t care how you got here or where you’ve been before. Come with me now.”
― Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love

“Why did you come for me?” “You’re my wife.” “I left the ring on the table! I didn’t steal it.” “That didn’t change a thing. We’re still married.” “You could’ve just forgotten about it.” He stopped and glared at her. “It’s a lifetime commitment in my book, lady. It’s not an arrangement you nullify when things get a little tough to bear.”
― Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love

“If you love me as you claim to, then you love her as well. She’s part of me. Do you understand? She’s part of my flesh and my life. When you say things against her, you say them against me. When you cut her, you cut me. Do you understand?”
― Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love

“When I made you say my name, you couldn’t pretend nothing was happening between us, could you? Was that it? I wanted to get inside you, inside your heart,” he said huskily. “Did I?” “A little.” “Good.” He traced her face with one finger again. “A woman is either a wall or a door, beloved.” She gave a bleak laugh and looked at him. “Then I guess I’m a door a thousand men have walked through.” “No. You are a wall, a stone wall, four feet thick and a hundred feet high. I can’t get over you all by myself, but I keep trying.” He kissed her. “I need help, Tirzah.”
― Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love