Quotes About Affection

I've gotten a few love letters which I'm very fond of, thank you very much.

Dear Lord, I'm so grateful I'm still loved.

Lust is temporary, romance can be nice, but love is the most important thing of all. Because without love, lust and romance will always be short-lived.

The only thing I feel passionate about is my wife.

Life is short but love your loved ones. Love them, kiss them every day because you don't know what's going to happen.

We need each other, Jack. I don't think there's anyone I counted on more than I did Liz. You, maybe, but you're just not as soft and cuddly.

Vanni had the kids on the bed with her. She was lying on her back with Matt curled up against her on one side and Hannah on the other, both of them sleeping with their mouths open. Vanni was sound asleep, but there was the smallest smile on her lips. She had her arms around them, holding them close, one of Marianne's afghans pulled over them. And Paul fell in love all over again.

Vanni rocked Hannah back and forth, tears running down her cheeks. Hannah settled back against Vanni and looked up at her face. She put a pudgy little hand against Vanni's cheek and said, "Mama." "Yes, my little angel," Vanni said with a sniff. "I'm going to be your mama. Yes. Mama loves you." *

her over onto her back and, looking into her eyes, said, "Mel, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm going to make you so happy, you won't be able to stand it. You're going to wake up singing every morning." "I already do, Jack." *

She was wearing an old sweatshirt and pair of jeans, big fluffy slippers and had some kind of feathery dusting thing on a long handle in her hand. And she looked delicious. He wanted to tackle her on the spot.

Careful, Luke," she teased. "If you buy my dinner, I'll think you like me." He put a hand on the small of her back. "That's the problem," he said. "I do.

So, you'll let me dress you up for the production events?" "I might." "I'm dead in love with you, too, darling. And so damn glad to be home. Where I hope to stay for a good long time. And, you're going to wear whatever I say." "I will," he said. "It's my aim to make you happy." She patted his cheek and smiled. "We're going to do just fine, you and I.

I love you, too. Please be careful." Then she headed quickly into the bar while he followed her with his eyes, a stupid grin on his face. "There's

He'd held Brie's hand for a long time that day, and she hadn't pulled it away. It was the first time he'd realized he was taken with her. A crush. At thirty-seven, he felt it was an old man's crush, but damned if it didn't feel awfully like a sixteen-year-old's. When

She reached out a hand and touched the hair at his temple. "You're getting a little gray here." "Big surprise. I really didn't know you'd be such a handful." "I'm the best thing that ever happened to you." "Yeah," he said in a breath. He leaned down and kissed her brow. "Yeah, baby. You sure are. And you're a reproductive genius." John

One of these days, he said to himself, I'm going to tell her. Tell her I love her more than I thought I could love a woman. Tell her that my life started when she walked into town. But not yet. He didn't want to back her into a corner and make her feel she had to either say she loved him, too, or run. "Well,

He worshiped her; she idolized him.

Excellent. Listen, do you like cats?" "I don't know. Why?" "I just had a thought. You might like having one. They're very independent, answer to no one, usually self-sufficient, sometimes affectionate, more often not, but... But they're company. There's something about being owned by one that fills the lonely space with a presence. And hair. Tons of hair. I have a cat. And a robo vac.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul. —Augustine of Hippo

He gently and clumsily lifted the little boy into his arms. His head went onto Preacher's shoulder and it felt odd. Preacher didn't have a lot of experience with carrying around children, but he liked the way it felt. He gave the boy's back a few long, slow strokes.

In the morning when she woke, he had gone. He left a note. "Sweetheart. Selling wood, plowing some roads. I won't be too long. Ian." "Sweetheart," she whispered to herself. She folded it in half and quarters and found a safe place in her wallet to preserve it. Forever.

He stepped up onto the porch, put a finger under her chin and lifted it, gazing into her eyes. "Melinda, you're getting to be a real handful." "Yeah?" she asked, smiling. "So are you.

She began to relish the small things—his occasional subdued laughter. No one could call it an actual laugh, but he did cave into amusement if she shot him a smart-ass comment. He smiled at her from time to time—behind that bushy red-brown beard he had beautiful, healthy teeth. But

It's possible you've been bitten by the bug," he said. "And what bug is that?" she asked. "Animals are good for the heart. And blood pressure. They make us feel loved, but more, they make sure we know we're needed. They really don't do well without our care. And we don't do that well without their unconditional love.