Quotes About Affection

So I go into our dressing room and here's this huge bouquet of roses with a card in it. So I open up the card and it reads 'The best of my love, dot dot dot.

There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved.

I will think of you every day. All the time. If ever you should think of me and wonder what I'm doing, I'm thinking of you. That's all I'll be doing. Nothing else.

How could she have imagined he wasn't the one? The one she hid from and looked for. The one who held her and heard her and made her more alive, more in love, than she'd realized. The one who taught her how to trust in and lean on and sink into another person. The one who argued and angered, who stood firm and held tight, who kissed her and touched her and made her see the stars. Adam Grayson was the man she could depend on, could trust. Could love.

It was in her nature to love and to nurture; she would not leave those feelings within herself to fester and sour, but instead she chose someone who would receive her gifts gladly. She did not hold herself to be so special that only one special person could she find satisfactory.

3. Here's a gift, I love you.

You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

Lia whispered, I don't snore. And the thief angled his gaze warm to hers, offering his lazy smile. Aye, love, but if you did, I'd still treasure every one.

I would give up all the summers of eternity for you. I love you. Forever and my summer days, I'll love you.

I love you. At your best and your worst, I love you. Paris or Darkfrith. Here, there, and everywhere, I love you.

You deserve someone who loves you without conditions. Who would never look at another woman for the rest of his life with anything but indifference, because you are the sum of his dreams. The one girl whose eyes shine with all the days and nights he prays will come. His stars and his sun and his moon. His happiness, his true heart. His voice roughened. His everything. She gazed up at him, her lips trembling. Is that it? Is that how you feel about her? Yes, he said, and dropped his hands.

There are certain people in this world who have the ability to make you feel as if you're the only person in the universe who matters to them. Whether it's moment by moment or enough years to count up to a lifetime, they look you in the eyes and smile at you, direct and sincere—and you're smitten.

All three of us together, locked in love for that blink of a moment in time.

Draven gave her a long look. "I see Lord Jasper chose well." "I don't understand." "It's obvious he cares for you, and I see why." Her cheeks flushed warmly. "You're braver than you look. What is that line from Shakespeare? And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Unclenching her hands, she wrapped them around his bare back, pulling his chest against hers. "I love you, Ewan Mostyn." He shifted to look down at her, and the movement made her grimace with pain. "I have to say I don't know why anyone should want to couple like this. Are you certain we are doing it properly?" He chuckled, a sound she had rarely heard from him. "It will be better for you next time.

Anybody bugs you, anybody at all, I'll rip off both his arms. You got me?" She tried to smile. "That's sweet, Davy. Bloodthirsty, but sweet.

You saved me, you moron! she yelled. You're being deliberately stupid and dense about this! My God, you ask a lot of yourself! He touched his forehead to hers. I can't help it, he blurted. I love you.

Love That Dog (INSPIRED BY WALTER DEAN MYERS) BY JACK Love that dog, like a bird loves to fly I said I love that dog like a bird loves to fly Love to call him in the morning love to call him Hey there Sky!

But then: a pink nose tiny black paws and blinking sleepy eyes a small black fur ball not a BIG fat fur ball a kitten stumbling out of a basket and wobbling over to me and crawling up on my lap and licking my pajamas and I forgot that I hate cats as it crawled up onto my chest and purrrrrred and I was smiiiiiling all over the place.

Barbed banter was the coin of their realm and heartfelt admissions of affection were rejected out of hand as counterfeit.

You hair looks verily like spun gold, he said, and then laughed. I sound like every smitten lover since the world was green. Why must the language of love be so threadbare? There ought to be a way to tell you how I feel without evoking so many echoes, so many ghosts.

and the machine speaks the words I've never been able to say. "I love you.

I love the smell of my mother's hair after she washes it. I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father's face before he shaves. But I've never been able to tell them.

The foundation of metta practice is to know how to be our own friend. According to the Buddha, "You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.