Quotes About Affection

She knew what he wanted, and gave it to him; not words, but a smile of warmth and delight — a smile that said, "I'm yours for the asking; I'm won." It was not a smile that undervalued herself, because through its beauty it spoke for both of them, expressed all the potential joy that existed between them.

The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.

He used to think that he wanted to be goos, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.

Piensa en cuánto me quieres - había susurrado-. No te voy a pedir que me quieras siempre como ahora, pero sí te pido que lo recuerdes. Pase lo que pase, siempre quedará en mí algo de lo que soy esta noche

He held her hand and she gave him such a look that he whispered her name aloud.

Az emberek folyton beleszeretnek egymásba, azután meg kiszeretnek egymásból.

He sometimes looked back with awe at the carnivals of affection he had given, as a general might gaze upon a massacre he had ordered to satisfy an impersonal blood lust.

But, knowing they had had the best of love, they clung to what remained. Love lingered – by way of long conversations at night into those stark hours when the mind thins and sharpens and the borrowings from dreams become the stuff of all life, by way of deep and intimate kindnesses they developed toward each other, by way of their laughing at the same absurdities and thinking the same things noble and the same things sad.

Gondold csak el, mennyire szeretsz most – suttogta Nicole. – Nem kérem, hogy mindig így szeress, csak azt akarom, hogy ezt sose felejtsd el. Valahol bennem mindig ott él majd az a személy, aki ma este vagyok.

He was tempted to lean over and kiss away her tears.

There was never any doubt at whom he was looking or talking—and this is a flattering attention, for who looks at us?

When a girl tells the man she likes second best about the other one, then she's in love. --Cecelia Brady

If I knew words enough I could write you the longest love-letter in the world—and never get tired.

Sometimes, when he was particularly loquacious, she went to sleep in his arms, but he loved that Rosalind—all Rosalinds—as he had never in the world loved any one else. Intangibly fleeting, unrememberable hours.

I love you. Do you hear? I'm telling you all of a sudden, but it isn't new with me. I love you.

I love you, and that's the beginning and end of everything.

It's rotten that every bit of real love in the world is ninety-nine percent passion and one little soupcon of jealousy

Sans encore être amoureux d'elle, j'ai éprouvé à son égard une sorte de tendre intérêt.

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk. The

I found her as lovable as a cheap old toy. She

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her finger, gently, as though she were asleep.

You are unsentimental, almost incapable of affection, astute without being cunning and vain without being proud.

She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had.

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.