Quotes About Affection

Little lonely one, You clung to me as a garment clings; my girl.

When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.

when all your smiles should be for me,

Before Annie could answer, he was there, hugging her until her ribs ached and kissing her so hard that her lips felt bruised.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.

You smell heavenly. I slept on your side of your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.

I hate fighting with you," he whispers. Well, stop being such an arse." He chuckles and the captivating sound reverberates through his chest. He tightens his hold on me. Arse?" Ass." I prefer arse." You should. It suits you.

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.— Grace Trevelyan

I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I'd give you . . . me." He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside me, pulling me into his arms against his chest so that we're spooning. It's perfect. Like you.

I hug him tightly. I can't imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me." Me, too," he breathes. My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.

You wanted hearts and flowers," he murmurs. I blink at him, not quite believing what I'm seeing. You have my heart." And he waves toward the room. And here are the flowers," I whisper, completing his sentence. Christian, it's lovely.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.

Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.

A thousand little civilities create tenderness in time.

The final test of a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle.

I since cricket match do long to talk with one of my arms around you, then place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter to me than words can say.

He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love.

And the triviality faded from their faces, though it left something behind -- the knowledge that they could never be parted because their love was rooted in common things.

When they sat it was nearly always in the same position – Maurice in a chair, and Durham at his feet, leaning against him. In the world of their friends this attracted no notice. Maurice would stroke Durham's hair.

Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.