Quotes About Affection

Love is not just about love for your girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, or wife. Love, for me, is the love for my work, family, and even friends. The emotion is very strong. It comes with a lot of responsibilities.

I don't have to 'freedom-kiss' my wife when what I really want to do is French-kiss her.

The best compliment that has ever been given to me was, I was at the airport one day and a guy came in and said, 'Lionel, my wife loves you, the kids love you, my mother-in-law loves you, the family loves you.'

I enjoy receiving love from my wife. I'm ecstatic when Kim loves me and expresses affection toward me. Something in me comes alive when she does that. But I've learned this freeing truth: I don't need that love, because in Jesus, I receive all the love I need.

I'm very romantic, I'm extremely romantic. I date my wife.

I was a very good friend of Rajiv Gandhi, and I had affection for Sonia as his wife.

I'm so grateful to have been raised on love and to be so in love with my wife.

Men tend to fall in love when they feel like they are cherished or revered as the 'man' in the relationship.

I want affection and tenderness desperately, but there's something in me that prevents me from handing it out.

My mum's really the only person who still calls me Helen, and that's not often. She tends to call me 'love,' so when she does say 'Helen' it can take me a while to respond.

I have a lot of love for Tennessee.

The object of self-love is expressed in the term self; and every appetite of sense, and every particular affection of the heart, are equally interested or disinterested, because the objects of them all are equally self or somewhat else.

Particularly when you're young, you're terribly flattered by people who like you, so you think you love them.

My vanity is I'm terribly romantic! But being married is lovely.

I love Terry Porter.

I love Terry O'Quinn. He's a wonderful guy, wonderful actor.

A man who is invested takes the time to get to know you well, and his gifts will be a testament to his expert grasp of your likes and dislikes.

I want to cry in your arms for a hundred years; I want to wake up in your arms for a hundred years.

I love your arms,' she sang, as James carried her the long way around the outside of the main building. 'Big manly arms, carrying little Kerry.

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.

It always looked to me like she was smiling. In fact, I know she was. Lots if things smile, like a flower to the sun. And one thing sure. I knew that just like I could smile to see Pinky, she sure could smile to see me.

My dad says he likes to bask in my glow.

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

After a while I found myself near Mary Angus' shack. It looked so lonely and forlorn I almost started to cry. For the first time I really understood why she was staying here, how even though she was sick she could keep on living in a space like that. If you loved somebody enough you could live anywhere.