Quotes About Affection

The weight of the world       is love. Under the burden       of solitude, under the burde       of dissatisfaction    the weight, the weight we carry       is love.

I feel my life is sterile, I am unbloomed, unused, I have nothing I can have that I will ever want, only some love, only dearness and tenderness, to make me weep. I am moved now and sad and unhappy beyond cold unhappiness, beyond any inconvenience that will cause you by my affection.

Lorsque je dormais loin de vous, Dans un rêve toujours le même, Je vous voyais à mes genoux Me dire chaque nuit : « Je t'aime ! » Maintenant que tu m'appartiens, Dans les bras chaque nuit je rêve Que tu pars, qu'un méchant t'enlève Et que je meurs quand tu reviens

Plus grands sont les amours, plus courte est la mémoire Vous l'avez oublié, nous en sommes tous là ; Le cÅ"ur le plus aimant n'est qu'une vaste armoire. On fait deux tours, et puis voilà.

Nous nous chérirons nuit et jour : « Nos âmes sont deux fleurs d'amour, « Nos lèvres deux calices. »

Siempre que le amaban se había sentido igual: satisfecho y frío como un témpano

You are too young to understand, solange, but there are many different types of love in this world. There are lovers of the flesh, lovers of the mind, and lovers sustained by family.:

that's becuase you're my angel. Angel by name, angel by nature.

Mostly, what people mean by love is laziness.

She lifts her face in just such a way when she makes one of her playful comments that I am seized with an overwhelming urge to kiss her. Not that I would give in to such an impulse, but it is there all the same.

Andrew, sounding impatient, said, "Will ye do it, lassie?" Blinking, Lina realized that she was still staring at Ian. He smiled, and so compelling was his smile that her own lips twitched in response. "It is up to you, lass," Ian said quietly. "I'd like it fine if you would." Warmth spread through her at those simple words.

now. "Indeed," Nell agreed. "There can be no doubt that he and Mrs. Fitzherbert both love her dearly. It would be cruel to

I is the first letter of the alphabet, the first word of the language, the first thought of the mind, the first object of affection.

ARDOR, n. The quality that distinguishes love without knowledge.

Betia laughed a little, shaking her head. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Her brown eyes glittered with a devil-may-care recklessness that warmed me to my toes. If it would make her smile that way, I would dance all night.

Betia kissed my forehead. I won't leave unless you ask me to. I- Her lips touched mine chastely. The future will come. I will be there, if you want me.

What do you want? Love. Well, love gets what she wants one way or another.

Nothing like being wanted, is there? Wanted by someone you want. Always seems like magic, that something can feel so good but cost nothing.

Dogman remembered the smell of her hair, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her back, pressed warm and soft against his belly while she slept. Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

Cuando me enamoro, me da muy fuerte y, por regla general, es algo que ocurre varias veces al día

I feel bad for her. It's not a lot of fun, you know." "What?" "Being in love with you. I've been with a lot of bad guys who made me feel lousy about myself, Jude, but you're something special. Because I knew none of them really cared about me, but you do, and you make me feel like your shitty hooker anyway.

She put her hand on the back of his arm and squeezed. She hoped he read that squeeze as /Thank you for caring/ and not /God, I'm horny, we should really screw sometime./ In her experience it was very difficult to offer a man affection and kindness without giving him the impression you were also offering a lay.

He did not hate his wife, but felt for her the kind of affection a man usually reserves for an excitable puppy. Her immediate acceptance of his every opinion and observation was both disheartening and a little hilarious to him. There was not a single criticism he could offer that she would not immediately accept as true. He made a game out of it.

Que babaquice sem valor essa coisa de dizer Eu te amo. Amor é só um nome que se dá a uma irrupção de hormônios, com uma pitada de lealdade por cima. Nunca gostei de dizer isso. O que eu digo é: a gente está junto, agora e até o fim. Você tem tudo de que eu preciso para ser feliz. Você me faz me sentir bem.