Quotes About Affection

Unhappy, indeed, must the woman be, who has drawn upon her the helpless pity of the man she loves!

To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.

no man can be in danger by loving others too much, that loveth God as he ought.

If I could have you after every nightmare, I'd have ten a night.

But I'm not a hearts and flowers guy. I'm not even an all-night guy. I don't hold hands. I don't cuddle. I don't do any of that stuff. - Lee Coburn

You don't have to give me flowers, Coburn. You don't even have to hold me. Let me hold you. - Honor Gillette

She kissed his eyebrow. "Not I.

Because I liked having your head in my lap too much. Remember that?" "No.

I'm sure love would cure him. He needs someone to love him and look after him.' 'We all need that

Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.

He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him. Doesn't she remember?

Es imposible describir la ternura que he empezado a sentir por ellos: hienas, camellos y todos los demás. Hasta el oso polar, que veo tumbado sobre su costado, mordisqueando sus zarpas de doce centímetros con sus dientes de doce centímetros. El amor por estos animales me invade repentinamente, como un torrente, y se eleva dentro de mí, sólido como un obelisco y fluido como el agua.

Before the end of the date, he had proposed.

Try a little tenderness ...

the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.

Because love, love never finishes.

Was it only because he happened to be the one who came along when he did? Could it have been anyone? Or was there something about him, that I liked and cared at?

I get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox, and imagine him down the hall in bed, propped on pillows, emailing me. Hon, Enjoyed our gelato date the other night. I just want to say I'm proud of you for a lot of reasons. Also, I've attached a picture of my foot. He's such a weirdo goofball. I love him.

Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other? ... In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the colour and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished.

Whether he loved her or not didn't change how she felt about him. She loved him independent and regardless of whether he loved her.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me.' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep.' He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. 'So,' I said. 'Tell me' 'It's an animal attraction,' he said simply. 'Totally chemical.' 'Hmm,' I said. 'You could be right.' 'It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me.' 'No?' 'Nope.' His hands were in my hair now, and I was leaning in, not able to totally make out his face, but his voice was clear, close to my ear. 'Just that you do.