Quotes About Affection

o amor não é um sentimento em que qualquer um se possa comprazer, sem levar em conta o nível de maturidade que alcançou.

Du bist der einzige Mensch, den ich liebhatte, obwohl ich ihn kannte.

What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!

Love should not be polluted with friendship.

Am I jealous? he thought, astonished. Jealous of the chance object to which she has attached herself? Jealous of something that does not concern me? One can be jealous of a love that has turned away, but not of that to which it has turned.

Osje?ao sam se trom i spor i mrzio sam sebe što Heleni ne mogu bolje da pokažem koliko je volim ti tom trenutku. Morala je misliti da oklijevam zato što je ne želim, a ne zato što je toliko mnogo želim.

shall have experienced the bewildering emotions of love. The

Nichts elender, als Paare zu sehen, über denen die Müdigkeit der Gewohnheit liegt. Verstaubte Liebe; der Küchengarten der Gefühle.

Fericirea femeii este omeneasc?:ea rezid? din iubire!

Kada nikoga ne voliš, lakše se podnosi samo?a.

He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth

What Edith did not yet appreciate was that Wilson was now a man in love, and as White House usher Ike Hoover observed, Wilson was "no mean man in love-making when once the germ has found its resting place.

Oh, so many things swarmed in my thoughts," she wrote; "and yet each time I was with him I felt the charm of his presence.

Churchill said, "Love me, love my dog, and if you don't love my dog you damn well can't love me.

Here's my top secret: When I have a crush, the world is way pretty, like all the colors are brighter. —Mason

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit... Suzanne

Angel? he whispered in the dark. Yes? What does it feel like to love someone? A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. It feels like this. That's what I thought. -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark

Then he was forming letters again, one at a time on her back, while Laurel clung to him, full of heart and body, still joined to him intimately. Wanting his words, needing them, moved profoundly by them. I love you. One letter after the other, until they were all there, telling her everything she needed to know here in the dark.

What are you looking at? The woman I love. With all his heart and soul. Reese looked over her shoulder. Where? I don't see any one. Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.

Jess? Yeah? Would you be okay with it if I fell in love with you? My hear squeezed and I paused, my mouth a hairbreadth from his as I took in his words, as if I could breathe them into my mouth, my heart, my soul. Yeah, I whispered. I'd be very okay with it.

Do you understand?" I nodded. He kissed me again. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. His lips buried in my neck. "Do you want me?" Nod. "Absolutely." "Then don't be afraid. Don't ever be afraid when you're with me." "I won't," I whispered

Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, Honey, baby, come to mama.

Seriously. A cuddle rating. Who came up with that shit? Whoever had, it meant he had to cuddle her like a pro just to prove a point.

I love you," he murmured. My heart swelled in appreciation the way it always did when he shared his feelings. "I love you, too.