Quotes About Affection

I want you to want me the way I want you. I want you to come to me and tell me that. Then I want you to show me it's true. - Duke Kylemore to Verity Ashton -

You love me," he said slowly, wonderingly. Then with greater certainty, "By God, you love me." His astonished laugh ended on a choked note as he snatched her hand. "So much," she said huskily. Her fingers curled hard around his. "So very, very much.

Tell me more about your home. I can hear in your voice how you love it." He smiled. "You'd love it, too, mo chridhe." "What do you call me?" He wasn't quite ready to tell her, so he pretended not to hear the question.

He'd misjudged the powerful effect of his beloved's nearness. Keeping his hands to himself had been simple when Serena treated him as a vague acquaintance. When he held her in his arms, control became impossible. He'd stepped away, the only thing he could do to preserve honor. His and hers.

You're considerate and funny and you're a lover out of my dreams. Should I develop a taste for luxuries- which I may well do after this week- you're so plump in the pocket, you wouldn't notice if I started buying gold-plated underthings." His smile was uncertain, nonetheless it was a smile. Her churning misery eased a fraction. "I'd notice anything you did with your undergarments, amore mio.

Seeing her was like standing in sunlight after a long, hard winter, but he couldn't be easy meeting her in such surroundings. "Oh, Jonas," she said in a broken voiced started to cry. "Tesoro... sweetheart... my love," he choked out, cradling her in his arms. "Don't cry. Please don't cry.

Seeing her was like standing in sunlight after a long, hard winter, but he couldn't be easy meeting her in such surroundings. "Oh, Jonas," she said in a broken voice and started to cry. "Tesoro... sweetheart... my love," he choked out, cradling her in his arms. "Don't cry. Please don't cry.

I don't know how to please you," she whispered. For the first time since he'd burst into her room, tenderness softened his smile. Her blood melted to syrup as those strong hands rose to cradle her head. "You don't have to do anything, mo chridhe. Your mere presence pleases me more than I can say." He paused, then spoke with more emphasis, in case she misunderstood. "You please me." The

love you, Charlotte. I'll love you forever." She'd

He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss, lingering for a moment. When a small, surprised gasp escaped her lips, he felt a surge of satisfaction. "There

Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead; Do not write them on their tombstones; speak them rather now instead.

Au bout de combien de temps oublie-t-on l'odeur de celui qui vous a aimée? Et quand cesse-t-on d'aimer à son tour? Qu'on me tende un sablier.

He went down a step and sat with his back against his sweetheart's legs. She put her notebook on his head.

Hey." "What?" "Earlier on, you didn't kiss me." "Here you go," she said, giving him a little peck on the forehead. "That's it? I thought in 2004 you were going to go wild." "Have you ever kept a single one of your resolutions?" "No." "Me neither.

Cik ilgam laikam j?paiet, l?dz aizmirstam t? cilv?ka smaržu, kurš m?s m?l?jis? Un kad paši p?rst?jam m?l?t?

Es nekad neteicu vi?am, ka vi?š ir lab?kais. Es tikai m?l?ju vi?u. M?-l?-ju.

gaiš? dienas vid? atj?dzos, sl?kdams asar?s. Es nupat biju atkl?jis, cik ?oti es vi?u m?lu. Cik ?oti vi?a man bija vajadz?ga. Vi?a smaid?ja, kad es biju nelaim?gs, un raust?ja plecus, kad biju neciešams.

The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.

Come on, Lizbet, that man adores you, he worships your body with his eyes.

She raised her glass and thought of what Frankie had said that first night she met him and fell for him. 'Not bad for a wee tart from the Gorbals.

kissing is good for the skin.

I don't quite jump for joy, but I am awfully glad to see him.

My heart flutters whenever I hear his key Turning int he door, and I think to myself, Oh goody, the party is about to begin.

He watched her, listened to her, and knew she was truly asleep. He kissed her forehead and found the act pleasing for its own sake. And, he admitted as he licked his lips, it was enjoyable for other reasons. Meg wasn't bitable, but he really did like the taste of her.