Grace

“I’m . . . a little afraid.” She pressed her forehead to his chest as she shivered. “Not of the pain, but what it might mean if I truly did set myself free.” “I swear to you that if you fall, I’ll catch you. But I know that you aren’t going to fall. You’ll soar.”
― Eva Leigh, The Good Girl's Guide to Rakes

“That her choice was really him. The silver ringed the blue, and he let himself fall into that circle of fiery heat. His little lightning bug. A force to be reckoned with. A delicate pixie dancing in the grass, lighting up the sunset, flashing fire, a warrior when needed.”
― Christine Feehan , Lightning Game

“I f**king get it, " I snarled. "You think I'm your property."

He squeezed my foot, hard. "No. You are the fuel to my flames and the anchor for my f**king soul. What you are to me is not an object, but a sanctuary.”
― Lola Glass, Capturing the King of Flames

“So he stayed. He didn't ask her to talk. Or eat. Or sleep. Or calm down. They simply existed in thee same space for a while; she was a ship drifting aimlessly about, and he was the lighthouse that she occasionally found herself looking for when she needed to see something real. Something solid.
An anchor”
― S.M. Gaither, The Song of the Marked