Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

I gained everything. Or at least I'll think so," he growled, suddenly impatient, anxious, "when you give me a bloody answer to my bloody question. How many times are you going to make me ask you? Will you marry me, Gabrielle O'Callaghan? Yes or yes? And in case you're still managing to miss the point, the correct answer is 'yes.' And, by the way, anytime you'd like to tell me you love me, I wouldn't mind hearing it.

He doesn’t beat me,” I said irritably. “I’d kill him if he did.” “She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we’re working on that, aren’t we, Ms. Lane?

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?