Quotes About Affection

Are you sure?" he said. His tone was lighter now, turning him back into the Adrian I knew. "Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding.

I needed her heart and mind as much as her body. I needed her, and her lack caused an ache in my chest as I drifted off to sleep.

You're strong—you're so, so strong. It's why I love you.

Estos dos estaban ta enamorados y acaramelados el uno con el otro que yo sentía necesidad de ir a lavarme los dientes después de estar con ellos

I mean, how strange is that we bring plant sex organs to people we're attracted to? What's up with that? It's a weird sign of affection.

Another hug swallowed me as Marcus took his turn. "Overachiever," he said, grinning down at me. "Replacing me on their list.

He pressed his cheek to my forehead. "I don't know," he said. "I think you're my strength.

Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an 'I love you more' debate.

Again, Adrian took a while to respond. "But what are loyal and caring really worth?" "To me? Everything.

It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, between what's real affection and what's someone wanting to take advantage of you. But when you feel the real thing...well, you'll know.

You did not just say that. I have a feeling we're on the verge of hugging and coming up with cute nicknames for each other." He was trying to look disgusted at my sentiment, but I could tell he liked being told that Lissa cared about him.

Invisible ice on the stairs," I told Adrian. "I know I'm not supposed to say this," he said. "But I think I love you more than ever.

I unlocked the door and, on impulse, swept Sydney into my arms and carried her inside.

The smile that lit Sydney's features warmed me all over.

I love you Roza spoken by Dimitri to rose in the book Spirt Bound

With Adrian, every touch . . . every action between us . . . well, it was all enhanced by our love. How did people have sex without that? That was a question I had no interest in exploring.

Simplemente te amaré me quieras o no.

Richelle Mead

Instead, he caught hold of my hands and leaned toward me. "You," he said breathlessly. "Are amazing. Absolutely, positively, exquisitely amazing." And then he kissed me.

I turned back to Adrian, wanting to melt away with happiness as I looked up into his eyes.

I could've drowned in that beauty, that and the love I could feel radiating off of her.

Every relationship is different. Everybody loves differently.

Comfort me from wherever you are–alone, we are quickly worn out; if I place my head on the road, let it seem softened by you. Could it be that even from afar we offer each other a gentle breath?

let your love out