Best 29 quotes of Lily Morton on MyQuotes

Alys," he exclaims happily. "I think this might work out. You're going to be excellent in getting rid of unwanted visitors." "I'm not a fucking Rottweiler," I say indignantly.

Are they topaz?” I ask, and he smiles slightly shyly, sitting up to face me. “Yes, they reminded me of the colour of your dress the night I made you mine.” “I’ve always been yours,” I whisper, and for a second I see the glint of tears in his eyes as he slowly pushes the ring onto my finger.

Bullshit,” says Viv. “Did you have your eyes open the other night in the pub? Mabe, I’ve never, ever seen him so happy and the way he was looking at you made even me melt. He’s in love with you.” “No, he isn’t.” “Yes, he is. It’s just unfortunate that he’s a fuckwit as well.

Don’t call me an idiot,” I hiss, smiling apologetically at the old couple who are now dividing their attention between us and the carol singers. “I can do what I want and if I want to walk naked through London at three in the morning then I’m going to do it and it’s got nothing to do with you.” His lips twitch and I know that he’s trying not to smile. “Nell, I will never complain if you want to walk around naked, but you’ve got to know that I’m going to be following you with your coat for when you get cold.” “Why?” I ask in exasperation. “Why are you so bothered?” “I don’t know,” he whispers. “I don’t know why, but I am.

Gabe, you’re sick, and much as you’re a shithead sometimes, I’ve trained you to be a fairly acceptable shithead to me. If you died I’d have to go to all the effort of training someone else.” “If I died maybe you should consider a change of career into the nursing profession. With your lovely bedside manner you’d be a shoo-in.

He leans back in his seat. His legs are spread and his head tipped back, with his eyes challenging me. “Okay what’s next, boss?” I shudder theatrically. “I see why you like it. Just the word makes me feel all powerful.

He’s adorably high-handed where you’re concerned, isn’t he?” My eyes slide closed. “With anyone.” “No,” he says thoughtfully. “Only you. He really can’t be bothered with anyone else, unless they’re connected to you. You’re all he sees.

He shakes his head furiously. “I won’t go to her Nell. I can’t because I don’t want her, and I haven’t for a long time. I belong to you and the only woman that I see is you, and that’s never going to change. I want you for everything that makes you mine. I want what we were building on tour but I want it for always – us together laughing, talking and making love. We were a team and we looked out for each other. At the end of the day you’ve changed me in so many ways there is no way that I can go back to the old me.” He pauses and then straightens and his voice firms. “I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward, but only with you.

He’s lovely,” I say, putting my hand out to the dog. “What’s his name?” “Boris Johnson.” I blink. “Pardon?” He smiles. “Because he’s blond and stupid and makes very questionable decisions.

He stares at me. “So you’re telling me that you obey all my orders, because honestly that would be news to me?” “I always obey your orders,” I say indignantly. “I am quite possibly the best assistant in history.” “That would certainly be true, if you were the only assistant in history.

How are you doing?” he asks and I grimace. “Okay, okay,” he’s talking quickly now. “The boys and I had a discussion and then we voted, and as a majority we think that you should look at this.” “What is it?” I ask cautiously, looking at the iPad he’s proffering. “It’s not porn again is it, because I told Bram that it doesn’t help with all of life’s problems, but he won’t fucking listen.

I don’t see anyone else Nell. All I see, all I want, is you.

I love you Alys with everything that I am. I love your humour, your bolshiness, your independence, your laugh and your gorgeous face, but most of all I love you because you’re the first person that I’ve ever met who I know my love is safe with.

I love you so much, so much,” he mutters. “It’s always been you. It always will be.

I love you to the utter heart of me. You’re my family, the joy of my soul. No one else ever for me love, because there is, and there only ever will be, only you.

I’m knackered now,” he admits. “I think you’re actually going to have to help me to the room.” I laugh. “Really, granddad? You rock stars should come with some sort of disclaimer, warning us that reality doesn’t always live up to the pretty package.

It’s okay babe,” I say softly, and he immediately relaxes and hugs me tight in a crushing hold. “Thank god,” he mutters. “I couldn’t bear it if we destroyed us Mabes. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I make myself move back slightly. “I’m sure you’d manage,” I try to say lightly, and he grimaces. “I wouldn’t,” he says thickly. “You’re everything to me.

I’ve spoken to Sid,” she admits. “He says he’s never seen Charlie so bad. He won’t eat, he’s lost weight and he looks terrible. Sid says it’s the first time he’s ever been so bored by him that he’s considered smothering him.

Listen to me very carefully, and think hard about what happens if you go over my head to do something for me that you think is right. What is my normal reaction?” Gabe slumps slightly. “Not favourable?

Married, married. My ring on your finger. Yours on mine. Till death do us part,” he rattles off. “Come on Mabes, it’s the next logical step. We’ve been living together for long enough. It’s time to make an honest man out of me.” “We’ve been living together for five hours,” I say, looking at the clock. He shrugs. “When it’s right, it’s right.

Oh good, you’re ready.” “No, I’ve only just got out of the bath. What should I put on?” “Put on?” he says in obvious mystification. “Well I’ve only got a towel on.” When he still doesn’t get it I sigh. God, he’s so dense sometimes. “Charlie, I haven’t got any knickers on,” I mutter. His eyes seem to darken and then he starts laughing. “Mabel, I’m shocked. What sort of massages have you been having? I’m not massaging down there however much you expect it. I’m not that type of boy!

Open this fucking door now Nell.” “Go away,” I shout furiously. “If you don’t open it I’m going to break the fucker down.” I’m horrified. “You wouldn’t do that. This is a really nice hotel.” “Nell, I’m a fucking rock star sweetheart. They’ll consider themselves lucky if there’s still a functioning TV in here when I leave. Now are you going to open this door?

Shithead Boss Man, eh? You know, Dylan, I really lucked out in the assistant department. The other partners in the firm have ended up with someone awful, who soothes them, is at their beck and call and agrees with them all the time. I got one who is sarcastic, argumentative, scruffy, rarely where he should be, and calls me Shithead Boss Man rather than Sir.” Jude laughs at him, before reaching out and swiping one of the prawns from my carton of sweet and sour. “He’d call you Sir if you spanked him.

Smirking slightly, I hold my hands out. “What do you think of my nail varnish?” There’s a stunned silence in the room before he leans forward. “I think it’ll look good in Cornwall,” he says deliberately. “What?” I jerk out. He smirks. “Welcome to the staff of Ashworth House, Oz. I think you’re going to do well.” “Are you mad?” I demand loudly. “I just gave the worst interview of my life.” Milo nods frantically and I gesture to him. “Yes. Even Milo knows this, don’t you?

The new stuff’s brilliant,” I volunteer somewhat hesitantly because I really, really don’t want him thinking that I’m trying to kiss his arse, but to my amazement he wrinkles his nose and seesaws his hand. “You don’t like it?” He shifts slightly. “No, it’s fine. It’s just sometimes it gets a bit uncomfortable singing lyrics that seem to be an ode to my sister in law’s vagina!

The truth is that I will always need you more than you need me. It’s also the truth that I’m not a good bet for someone as vital and young as you. I’m bad tempered, a perfectionist who is too serious, and too used to being on my own. You could go out tomorrow and find someone better for you, but the truth is that no one will ever need you like I do.” He pauses and then says firmly. “No one will ever love you like I do.

Yes, Cinderella won a real prize - a man who couldn’t see her true worth until she fitted in the shoe properly.

You groped my bum!” “It was an accident.” “It was not. You haven’t done anything accidental with that hand since you were twelve.” “Fifteen, Mabes. You make me sound like some kind of infant sex prodigy.

You’re not the boss of me,” I say peevishly, and he grins suddenly. “No one is the boss of you, Milo. You’re gloriously intractable.