Quotes About Affection

Samantha smiles again and puts her arm around Nick as they walk.

For breezes remind me of kisses. And kisses can be eternal.

I think I love you, Cal. -Abra I'm not good. -Cal Because you're not good. -Abra

I'm in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it.

He smiled at her as a man might smile at a memory.

I am in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some effection, but with Montana it is love.

I think there must have been some other girl printed somewhere in his heart, for he was a man of love and his wife was not a woman to show her feelings.

Hurry home, darling, she said. Hurry home. And how's that for a man to have! When I hung up, I stood by the phone all weak and leaky and happy if there is such a condition. I tried to think how it had been before Mary, and I couldn't remember, or how it would be without her, and I could not imagine it except that it would be a condition bordered in black.

I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.

I'm glad there's love here. That's all.

And all their love was thinned with money.

I love you," I said. And I do. I really do. And I remember thinking what a hell of a man a man could become.

Her fingers moved gently in his hair. She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.

It's a good thing to be loved, even late.

Do you know, I loved you better than anything in the world? I did. It was so strong that it took quite a killing.

Mordeen, he said, I love the child. His voice swelled and he spoke loudly. Mordeen, I love our child. And he raised his head and cried in triumph, Mordeen, I love my son.

I like to pet nice things with my fingers

She loved him. She really did. And he knew it. and you can't leave a thing like that.

Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love.

For Mr. Edwards, as cold-blooded a whoremaster as ever lived, had fallen hopelessly, miserably in love with Catherine Amesbury. He rented a sweet little brick house for her and then gave it to her.

I have never loved any woman before. Now I love, and will love.

Can I just sit here for a moment? Human contact, and all that. There's one thing you don't get much in Starfleet—a hug. They ought to have a couple of people in charge of hugs, just to dispense them randomly.

So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw or hold so fast as love can do with a twined thread.