Quotes About Affection

Life is short, stop crying over who does not deserve your love and start enjoying the true love of that person waiting to give you that ultimate love treat you deserve.

Our children are only ever lent to us. We never know how long we will be able to keep them for. So kiss them, cuddle them, praise them & hold them tightly. But most of all... tell them that you LOVE them...

Spend time with a person you love the most, the one you care for. Make them feel special, for you never know when time will take them away from you forever!

Cherish the moments you spend with the person who makes you smile the most. Nothing's better than knowing someone loves you for all the right reasons.

I love the way you make me so happy, and the ways you show you care. I love the way you say, ''I love you'', and the way you are always there.

A lover is someone who makes you smile while wiping your tears, who can touch your heart deeply and heals your wounds by a word or smile.

You've been the only one to give me butterflies just by being there.

I didn't love you because I needed someone, I loved you because you were there for me when I didn't need you.

Every girl wants to mean something to somebody. All it takes is a little text to show her she's on your mind.

I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide, I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

A woman doesn't want to be the only thing on her mans mind, she just wants to be the only girl in his heart.

I'm sick of feeling lifeless. I'm tired of feeling like this. But thanks to you, my life has a purpose. I see myself in all the words you say, I want to be with you everyday.

I'm sick of having to catch my breath every time I see you, I'm sick of falling on my a.. from being weak in the knees, I'm sick of falling for you and you not catching me, I'm sick of feeling scared to tell you how I feel, I'm sick of not falling asleep in your arms, I'm sick of not being the girl you point your friends out to, I'm sick of not being able to love you

That moment when you are really sleepy but you don't want to go to sleep because you are talking to that special someone.

I'm tired of fighting, I want to be fought for. I'm tired of caring, I want to be cared for. I'm tired of being just me, I wanna be yours.

I guess I'm growing tired of being "just a friend..."

There are times I want to be mad, there are times I want to give up, there are times I want to cry, but no matter how many times I think about that, I always end up saying, Damn, I love you so much.

Sometimes I'm being annoying to you because I like you. Call me weird.

I'm falling in love with you, not because of how you look, but because of who you are,

We trust in love as we trust in life, without thinking of the underlying emptiness, without too much believing in it. We go on loving because we are starving for affection. We want to enjoy its sustenance, and leave it at that. Thus we begin again not once but many times.

and yet I had given up hope of encountering in the street what I had come there to seek, the affection promised to me at the theater in a smile, the figure of a woman, and the bright face beneath her fair hair, which were only real when seen from a distance. Now I could not even have said what Mme de Guermantes was like, what I recognized her by, for every day, in the picture she presented as a whole, the face was as different as the dress and the hat.

Ma seule consolation, quand je montais me coucher, était que maman viendrait m'embrasser quand je serais dans mon lit. Mais ce bonsoir durait si peu de temps, elle redescendait si vite, que le moment où je l'entendais monter, puis où passait dans le couloir à double porte le bruit léger de sa robe de jardin en mousseline bleue, à laquelle pendaient de petits cordons de paille tressée, était pour moi un moment douloureux.

May you learn something from this present instance. Remember it well. Affection is always precious. What we cannot do alone in life, because there are things we cannot ask, or do, or wish, or learn by ourselves, we can do together, without there needing to be thirteen of us, as in the Balzac novel,107 or four, as in The Three Musketeers. I bid you farewell." He

She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease;