Quotes About Affection

I knew why. I knew I loved you from the moment you barreled out of your house and demanded to help us move in. From the first time you held my hand and led me down to our fort by the cul-de-sac." She sighed. "I loved you every minute of it. And every single time we got close enough that I thought you might love me too, you pulled away.

I kissed her on the top of her head and hoped that she knew that that meant I love you. She slid her arm around me, underneath my shirt, skin pressed to skin, and I knew that she meant I love you, too.

It was a light, soft kiss. Just a peck, really, but the second her lips touched mine, everything inside of me went quiet. Everything in me steadied, calmed, warmed. It was like taking that first good sip of hot chocolate; not the one that burned your mouth, but the one after, when it had cooled to just the right temperature.

I love you. The thought startled me, but I felt it spread through my body like warm ocean waves. I loved her. I wanted to say it, but I was afraid of being too much. Of scaring her off. Of adding to the jumble of overwhelming emotions she was probably already feeling. So, I tucked the words deep in the corner of my heart, saving them for a rainy day

If you truly love someone, when he is cut, you bleed.

You'll always be my girl. You were from the first moment I saw you. You were sitting in church with your brothers. You were eight years old, and I was twelve, and I thought, I hope she waits for me. Lucia, I'll wait forever if I have to.

You see, that's when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you—without you asking.

I loved him more than he loved me, and that is a bad place for a woman to be.

She savored their conversation, and often, when doing her chores, she remembered the words he said to her and how hopeful he was that she might kiss him again. Now she wished she had. because one kiss is not enough.

I only wish I had more of myself to give; somehow my heart does not seem big enough to hold what I feel for him.

I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep cause I miss you and I don't wanna miss a thing.

Here I am. Look no furter. No one loves you more than I.

Little friends may prove great friends.

The Lion was so much in love that he had his claws trimmed and his big teeth taken out for her.

All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?

I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck, the guy hold you much better than he does the next few times. The first date, you're sort of the stand-in for whomever he loved last, before he fully realizes that you're not her, and so you get all this nice residue emotion. I felt cherished, tucked into his belly, like we'd known each other for years and I was his wonderful girl and we both slept great.

When we sleep together, he holds me like he loves me. I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck, the guy holds you much better than he does the next few times. The first date, you're sort of a stand-in for whomever he loved last, before he fully realizes you're not her, so you get all this nice residue emotion.

There was love to be felt, and discovered, still.

She used to call me garbage truck

Only as we mature does affection begin to depend on achievement.

There is an Arabic saying that the soul travels at the pace of a camel. While most of us are led by the strict demands of timetables and diaries, our soul, the seat of the heart, trails nostalgically behind, burdened by the weight of memory. If every love affair adds a certain weight to the camel's load, then we can expect the soul to slow according to the significance of love's burden.

Does beauty give birth to love? Or does love give birth to beauty? Did I love Chloe because she was beautiful? Or was she beautiful because I loved her?

What was this curious, syntactically repetitive emotion? It expressed a certain reflexivity about the amorous state, it meant deriving more pleasure from one's own emotional enthusiasm than from the object of affection which had elicited it.

É um sinal de que duas pessoas tenham parado de amar uma a outra (ou pelo menos parado de desejar fazer o esforço que constitui noventa por cento do amor)quando não são mais capazes de transformar diferenças em piadas.