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"Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine." Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?" Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it."
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love
tessa-gray
will-herondale
marriage-proposal
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Cassandra Clare |
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I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
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true-love
romance
future
life
love
harry-burns
new-year-s-eve
sally-albright
when-harry-met-sally
simple-life
declarations-of-love
foibles
marriage-proposal
simple-pleasures
in-love
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Nora Ephron |
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910c2e3
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"We could go back," he said. In the dome light of the car, his face looked hard as stone. "We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each other's bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you." His nostrils flared, and he looked suddenly proud. "I could work. You would not be poor. I would help you." "Sounds like a marriage," I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But my voice was too shaky. "Yes," he said."
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marriage-proposal
sookie-stackhouse
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Charlaine Harris |
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2c03670
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"You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner." (Elizabeth Bennett)"
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men
self-determination
women
empowerment
love
gentlemanlike
gentlemen
behaviour
refusal
scorn
declaration
marriage-proposal
humiliation
proposal
mr-darcy
propriety
rejection
pride
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Jane Austen |
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"And your will shall decide your destiny," he said: "I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions." You play a farce, which I merely laugh at." I ask you to pass through life at my side--to be my second self, and best earthly companion." For that fate you have already made your choice, and must abide by it." Jane, be still a few moments: you are over-excited: I will be still too." A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away--away--to an indefinite distance--it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. Mr. Rochester sat quiet, looking at me gently and seriously. Some time passed before he spoke; he at last said - Come to my side, Jane, and let us explain and understand one another." I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and cannot return." But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry." I was silent: I thought he mocked me. Come, Jane--come hither." Your bride stands between us." He rose, and with a stride reached me. My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?"
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marriage
marriage-proposal
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Charlotte Brontë |
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2428b8f
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"No: I shall not marry Samuel Fawthrop Wynne." "I ask why? I must have a reason. In all respects he is more than worthy of you." She stood on the hearth; she was pale as the white marble slab and cornice behind her; her eyes flashed large, dilated, unsmiling. "And ask in what sense that young man is worthy of ?"
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integrity
marriage
men
equality
feminism
self-determination
independence
women
self-awareness
empowerment
suitability
worthiness
marriage-proposal
matrimony
dignity
social-norms
inferiority
gender
courtship
wooing
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Charlotte Brontë |
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"He stood up and took a step toward her. "There has been a request for your hand in marriage." "Is that why you kissed me? So you could take me home and then marry me to a man I don't love? Who is he?" she demanded, emotionally spent now and uncaring that tears were streaming down her face. He started toward her. "Don't you dare kiss me again," she ordered. "I can't think when you... Just don't," she stammered. "And as for the offer, I decline." "You can't decline until you know who he is," he reasoned. "All right. Tell me his name, and then I'll decline. You're going to praise him first though, aren't you? That's what you always do to try to get me to agree," she ended, and even she could hear the heartbreak in her voice. "No, I'm not going to praise him. He's riddled with flaws." She stopped trying to run away. "He is?" He slowly nodded. "I have it on good authority that he's stupid and arrogant and obstinate, or at least he was until he realized what a fool he has been." "But that's what I said about... you." "I love you, Bridgid. Will you marry me?"
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marriage-proposal
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Julie Garwood |
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dccf0d0
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Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.
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marriage
self-determination
independence
empowerment
happiness
love
marriage-proposal
matrimony
dignity
courtship
husbands
wooing
pleasure
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William Shakespeare |
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0dc20ed
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"Sebastian it is. You can tell me what a patron saint is later, since I have no knowledge of such things. Sebastian Kane. "Sebastian Kane Cannon. You're going to marry me and use my last name, right?" "Is that supposed to be a proposal?"
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humor
marriage-proposal
children
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Christine Feehan |
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5e22b7c
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Your cousin might be a pretty face, but , my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, Diana, are the Duchess of Wakefield. duchess.
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love
declaration-of-love
marriage-proposal
proposal
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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0990069
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"Now I'll just have to do without." She raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry?" Then Maximus did something very strange: he went on one knee before her. "This isn't right at all," he said, continuing to glare as if he found it all her fault. She sat up. "What are you doing?" "Artemis Greaves, will you do me the honor of --" "Are you insane?" she demanded. "What of your father? Your conviction that you must marry for the dukedom?" "My father is dead," he said softly. "And I've decided the dukedom can go hang." "But --" "Hush," he snapped. "I'm trying to propose to you properly even without my mother's necklace." "But why?" she asked... "I know that this is rather disappointing," he said. "But I intend to make you respectable."
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love
marriage-proposal
proposal
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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6ceda67
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I sit on the bed and kick off my shoes, and he kneels before me and takes the riding boots, holding one open for my bare foot. I hesitate; it is such an intimate gesture between a young woman and a man. His smiling upward glance tells me that he understands my hesitation but is ignoring it. I point my toe and he holds the boot, I slide my foot in and he pulls the boot over my calf. He takes the soft leather ties and fastens the boot, at my ankle, then at my calf, and then just below my knee. He looks up at me, his hand gently on my toe. I can feel the warmth of his hand through the soft leather. I imagine my toes curling in pleasure at his touch. 'Anne, will you marry me?' he asks simply, as he kneels before me.
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love
marriage-proposal
richard-iii
touching
intimacy
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Philippa Gregory |
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1367bb7
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Debt Chauffeur, that's my name for him now, wants to marry me. He asked me down on bended knee, and I would have been honored - except he wants us to live in London, and he wants me to live white. I crowed at that. I laughed so hard and not a tear came. He couldn't understand it. I don't often think on how white I look; it's always been a question of how colored I feel, and I feel plenty colored. He said that no one in London will know that I'm supposed to be colored. And I said I am colored, colored black, the way I talk, the way I cook, the way I do most everything, and he said but you don't have to be.
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born-into-slavery
mulatto
the-wind-done-gone
marriage-proposal
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Alice Randall |
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9fb4fa7
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But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.
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marriage
romance
weddin
regency-romance
marriage-proposal
historical-romance
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Mary Balogh |
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I may love him with everything in my being, all my thoughts and feelings might be bent towards him - every single one wishing for his joy, every single one praying for his safety, every single one desirous of his success - and I still would not marry him! - Jo to Aunt March
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marriage-proposal
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Trix Wilkins |
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"Why do you want to marry me?" "Because I want this adventure we're on to continue. Because you fill my heart. Because I want you to have that garden."
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marriage-proposal
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Beverly Jenkins |