Quotes About Affection

Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

Theres no misery in not being loved, only in not loving

And if you loved my face as much as you love Christmas, I'd be safe from year to year. The same anticipation that you hold for holidays would smother me and glad I'd be to die so loved.

I suddenly realized how much I loved her when we attended Alfred Hitchcock's 75th birthday party last August. There was something magical about that night, and it made me see how much she really meant to me.

I love yeh, son, said Jimmy Sr. He could say it and no one could hear him, except young Jimmy, because of the singing and roaring and breaking glasses. -I think you're fuckin' great, said Jimmy Sr. -Ah fuck off, will yeh, said Jimmy Jr. -Packie saved the fuckin' penalty, not me. But he liked what he'd heard, Jimmy Sr could tell that. He gave Jimmy Sr a dig in the stomach. -You're not a bad oul' cunt yourself, he said.

You know I love to spend my mornings, like sunlight dancing on your skin

Schnitzler, me dije a mí mismo, tenía razón: «Una mujer te puede dejar por falta de amor, o por exceso de amor, por esto o por aquello, por todo o por nada».

I lay down beside her and there we stayed for a long time, kissing and caressing each other as we had never done before. It was as if both of us knew at each moment exactly the kind of caress that the other needed or desired.

Don't forget the fruit gums, Mum.

Sache-le, Alexandre, si tu voulais l'ignorer encore: notre amitié s'appelle l'amour!

But in the time since she died, I have been aware, every minute, of my love for her. She lives in my love.

Is food a substitute for love? No, love is a substitute for food. And a pretty poor substitute at that.

Nothing is more hated by a narcissist than an expression of intimacy like, "I love you.

My left foot is the best part of me. It's Suzanne.

Small attentions make great friends.

Si on ne pouvait pas acheter de l'amour avec de l'argent, l'amour perdrait beaucoup de sa valeur et l'argent aussi.

You're nice. You aren't like the rest of them. I like you very much... — I've done nothing to deserve that. — One doesn't have to do anything to deserve that...

Lila was in no hurry to leave; it was pleasurable for her to see herself in my silently adoring gaze, where she reigned—I was her kingdom....

No one knew the desert better than Scholscher, who had spent so many nights alone there on the starlit dunes, and no one understood better than he did that need for protection which sometimes grips men's hearts and drives them to give a dog the affection they dream so desperately of receiving themselves. And certainly this deep feeling of helplessness had never been more agonizing than now.

Marc, are there moments when I'm making you unhappy? Are there? That's the real test. If I do, then you truly love me." "Now, that's strange logic." "It isn't either. Any good lay can make a man happy. You've had hundreds of women. How many of them had made you unhappy?" "None." "Then you've never loved before.

She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last. You will see that we are not lovers like others, for whom love is both a punishment and a gift… Our love has never punished, only rewarded. Such love therein lies the eudaimonic life.

Never had we ever kissed as lovers; if we touched lips it was as brother and sister. In one moment of emotion, our lips fell together by accident, but we quickly removed ourselves as though we were children touching glass with dirty hands.

She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my troth for our love is whole; her breath is my wine, her scent is my soul.