Quotes About Affection

Sarah bit at a fingernail. "Could we still see each other every day?" Tracy lifted her arm. Sarah slid closer. "Of course we will. You're my favorite sister, even if you are a brat." "I'm your only sister.

Tienes buena memoria. —Solo para la buena gente, los buenos amantes y el buen vino.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He's more particular.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He is more particular.... The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.

The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope and fear, beating against the shores and rocks of time and fate, was not born of any book, nor of any creed, nor of any religion. It was born of human affection, and it will continue to ebb and flow beneath the mists and clouds of doubt and darkness as long as love kisses the lips of death. It is the rainbow – Hope shining upon the tears of grief.

All love, ultimately, is self-love.

Happy birthday, this isn't your real present, you'll get that later. (Not flowers) Love Strike x

I love you don't forget me whatever hpapens to me. I love you.

For all his determination to keep her at arm's length, they had literally leaned on each other. He could remember exactly what it felt like to have his arm around her waist as they had meandered towards Hazlitt's Hotel. She was tall enough to hold easily. He had never fancied very small women. Matthew would not like this, she had said. He would have liked it even less had he known how much Strike had liked it.

Yet he liked her face. He liked her voice. He liked being around her.

Except that, almost against his will, he did care about Robin. He felt familiar stirrings of a desire to make her happy that irked him . . .

Many happy returns, love Robin x

Except that, almost against his will, he did care about Robin.

The memory of Strike telling her she was his best friend made her heart feel immeasurably lightened, as though something she hadn't realized was weighing on it had been removed forever. After a moment's pleasurable savoring of this feeling . . .

Mostly Strike was savoring the pleasure it had given him to hear Robin return his declaration of affection.

The memory of him telling her she was his best friend caused a little spurt of happiness every time she returned to it . . .

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

He loved her so much he felt his bones would break. Loving her was like lying in a bed of nettles, and the feel of her skin against his was the only balm, the only time the stinging stopped, while, for her, he was the warm bath she took to stave off the cold waterfall of Boaty's indifference.

Be not dishearten'd—Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love each other shall become invincible. —WALT WHITMAN, "Over the Carnage Rose a Prophetic Voice

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score; Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more; A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on, To make that thousand up a million; Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong;Pray love me little, so you love me long.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score Then to that twenty, add a hundred more A thousand to that hundred so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

You can love a person deeply and sincerely whom you do not like. You can like a person passionately whom you do not love.