Quotes About Affection

Is there anyone dearer than the children of people you love, especially when you don't have your own?

Anyway, no guy wants to be with a girl if she's not into him. So you did him a favor.

Then she leans forward, and before I have time to say or think another word, she's kissing me. And I'm kissing her, too. It starts almost in slow motion. Her lips, soft on mine, light little kisses, tiptoeing. Then she opens her mouth slightly, kissing me with more force. I keep thinking about how perfectly our mouths fit together. Her lips are so gentle, her tongue drawing me in. I'm losing myself in her.

What seems to be love beyond any question is usually a simple case of indigestion.

Writing for children can be completely honest in non-cynical ways. In adult books you're required to be cynical. It embarrasses us to say positive things. You can have affection and hope in children's books, but that is out of fashion in adult fiction.

Don't pout that way, my child, you'll give yourself a blister.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you. You don't think it's irreverent, do you? But then, you're not a minister.

an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love.

When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That's a gift.

She reached for Matty and embraced him. Ordinarily uncomfortable with hugs, he would have stiffened his shoulders and drawn back; but now, from exhaustion and affection, he held Kira and to his own amazement felt his eyes fill with tears.

It sure doesn't take long to start to love a kid.

To his surprise, Jean kissed him. So often in the past, teasing, she had said she would, one day. Now she did, and it was a quick and fragrant touch to his lips that gave him courage and, even before he started out made him yearn to come back home.

There could be love, Jonas whispered.

Now he understood about animals; and in the moment that the horse turned from the stream and nudged Jonas's shoulder affectionately with its head, he perceived the bonds between animal and human.

If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.

It seemed to Ivan that he needed to court his wife. Promptly. In the next, what was it, ten days.

Well, I don't hate him. Can't say I worship him, either. She paused a long time, and looked up to meet her mother's eyes square on. But when he's cut, I bleed.

Though the Ista they thought they loved, she supposed, was an imaginary one, a woman who existed only in their own minds, part icon, part habit. The reflection did not depress her unduly, now that she knew someone who loved the Ista who was real. She fell asleep thinking of him.

What is love but delight in another human being? He delights me daily.

The kiss lasted quite a long time, with his apricot-scented fingers winding pleasurably in her hair. When they paused for breath, she remarked, "I always feared it would take divine intervention to find me a lover . . . I do believe I was right.

It was the fault of the hand massage; it lulled her. She said unthinkingly, "What?" "Fall in love with you. Sweet Ista." She jerked back. She had heard that endearment before, but not on those lips. "Don't call me that." "Bitter Ista?" His brows climbed. "Cranky Ista? Cross, ill-tempered, cantankerous Ista?" She snorted; he relaxed, and his lips quirked again.

So, if you have a grandma, thank the good Lord above, and give your grandmamma hugs and kisses, for grandmothers are to love.

rushes to my side on the sofa. "Let me give you a massage." He reaches for my shoulders. "No.

She's my sunshine