Quotes About Affection

There is nothing wrong with being kissed on the cheek by a sweet round woman in a café after you have nearly died.

She comforts my spirit and body as nothing ever has. That's a part of love, too. I also know I'm never as happy as I am when I'm with her.

You feel like butter, he whispered, and velvet.

There are never enough 'I love you's.

every day with you? Come on

I love Tom. I'll never feel that way again.

If there's no love, what then?

I love to kiss my girl when we watch deep Netflix shows

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wished to be loved doesn't mean that they don't love you with all that they've got.

Friends can be said to fall in like with as profound a thud as romantic partners fall in love.

It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that whatever you say to them, they always purr.

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?

tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!

le gustan los gatos!", gritó el ratón con voz apasionada y penetrante. "¿Te gustarían los gatos si fueses yo?"   "Bueno, puede que no", dijo Alicia en tono conciliador: "no se enoje. Y así y todo me encantaría presentarle a nuestra gata Dinah. Si sólo la viera, creo que le tomaría cariño a los gatos.

Y la moraleja de esto es... << Oh , el amor , el amor . El amor hace girar al mundo >>

Me pregunto si será por amor por lo que la nieve besa tan delicadamente a los árboles y a los campos

Evie replied with an eye-roll. "Do you think you can manage to not steal anything while I'm gone?" "The only thing I'm trying to steal is your heart, doll." Sam smirked. "You're not that talented a thief, Sam Lloyd.

True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.

It's Yiddish. Like…Ikh hob dikh lib." Evie narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "What does that mean?" Sam smiled. "Maybe one day I'll tell you.

Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everything that had happened, made him smile.

It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.

No, instead it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dead, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.