Quotes About Affection

He gently kissed that scar and felt something changing inside him - just a flutter of change, there and gone, but leaving its mark.

He gave the side of her head a quick lick before she squealed and ducked away from him. Tasted like Meg. Felt like puppy fuzz. Too bad he couldn't hold her down and give her a proper grooming like he used to do with Sam.

Do you trust me?" [Daemon] snapped. "Yes." No hesitation, no doubts. He finally stopped moving and faced her. "Do you know how desperately I love you?" [Janelle's] voice shook when she answered, "As much as I love you?" He held her, held on to her as his lifeline, his anchor. It would be all right. As long as he had her, it would be all right.

As they walked toward the group waiting for them by the cars, Simon's hand brushed against Meg's. He hesitated for a step or two; then he took her hand, ready to release her if she growled an objection. But after a startled look, she smiled and curled her fingers around his.

Yes, I am," he said softly. "That's the way I was. That's the way I could be again." He shook his head as he raised his hand, his fingertips touching her hair. "I want to be your lover. I chose to be your lover. That makes all the difference. Being in bed with you is like soaring on a sweet wind. I chose to be your lover, Marian . . . just as you chose to be mine.

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and massaged gently. "Listen to me, Cat, because I'll only say this once. You're the finest Lady I've ever met and the dearest friend I've ever had. Besides that, I love you like a brother, and any bastard who hurts my little sister is going to answer to me.

He put his arms around her and brushed his lips against hers once, twice. Then his mouth settled over hers and lingered. As he eased back, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. "I think we like it," Meg breathed. "I think we should try it again. Just to be sure." They tried it several more times, just to be sure, and eventually decided that they did like kissing. They liked it a lot

I was going to make some tea," [Marian] said. "It's cold tonight." [Lucivar] returned the smile, then gave her a long, very thorough kiss. "I have a better way to warm you up.

You are my breath, my life, my heart.' " Saetan smiled. "Does that say enough?" Tears stung his eyes. "That says everything.

Dipping the last piece of lobster into the butter, Daemon held it out to her. "Someday you'll find a man worthy of you." She looked into his eyes, scared that she'd see some underlying message. What she saw was the warm affection of an older brother. She took the bite from his fork.

In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.

If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me ye women if you can.

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.

I went home very happy, with a heart brimful of complacency for myself, and overflowing with love for Eliza.

How sweet to feel its helpless form Depending thus on me alone! And while I hold it safe and warm What bliss to think it is my own! To feel my hand so kindly prest, To know myself beloved at last, To think my heart has found a rest, My life of solitude is past!

He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.

I would rather have your friendship than the love of any other woman in the world.

I suppose you do love me, in your way," I said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed. "And how else should I love you —in your way?" he asked. I am still thinking about that.

All I know is that I can never see him enough. I can never kiss him enough. There isn't enough of him in the world. I'll always be on a quest for one more look from him, one more laugh.

We are very happy. Or, no. We are not happy, exactly. But we love each other very much, and this charges our lives with shape and light.

If you truly love a book, you should sleep with it, write in it, read aloud from it, and fill its pages with muffin crumbs.

You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.

I want to marry you for only one reason—I'm madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with you. More than I ever knew was possible.