Quotes About Affection

And, worst of all, she was trapped with their marriage, their mystifying union, which had evidently passed out of whatever affectionate phase it had recently enjoyed and was already mired in some new quarrel . . . She didn't care about the details.

I had kissed her. I had lain upon her. I had touched her with a sliding hand. I had called her a pearl. She had been kinder to me than anyone save Mrs Sucksby; and she had made me love her, when I meant only to ruin her.

You must be strong. I have seen you be strong, before.' 'It is only— ' But, only what? How might I say it? Only that she held my head against her breast, when I woke bewildered. That she warmed my foot with her breath, once. That she ground my pointed tooth with a silver thimble. That she brought me soup— clear soup— instead of an egg, and smiled to see me drink it. That her eye has a darker fleck of brown. That she thinks me good . . .

you said I like to be admired, do you remember? You said I would love anybody who admired me. Dont hate this hard thing I am about to say my darling but sometimes I think its you that would love anybody. Sometimes it seems so astonishing that you should love me that I think you must only want me because you lost so many other things. It isnt just that, is it?

But in his face I see, at last, how much I want her. For

And so you see it is love—not scorn, not malice; only love—that makes me harm her, in the end.

How do you know if you're really in love? Proper love, I mean, not just romantic fairy-tale love. Love is when the thought of living without a person makes you physically sick.

She was loved. Maybe not wildly or openly, but deeply. So deeply that it wasn't always obvious, but deeply nonetheless.

love was all there was. And she had it, even if it wasn't displayed the way she wanted it to be.

Mum" for beautiful and "taz" for royal.

Love is not a reaction, but a carefully nurtured creation.

Max didn't take his hands off her. As they walked to where he'd parked the hired car, he kept his arm round her shoulders, even though he was carrying her cases in his other hand and they kept bumping him.

Stop,' Max said, laughing as he pulled back, because Keith had invaded the gap between them and was trying to get in on the kissing by licking whoever's face was closest. 'We don't need to do this on your doorstep. I'm not going anywhere.' 'Promise you won't. Not ever again. I hate it when you're not here

It's a lonesome word, but there's no other way to say it. But, this farewell doesn't mean 'never again.' I really like you a lot. So, think of it as a pause until we meet again. -Asaka to Wataru

A person is only as good as what they love.

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.

A man is only as good as what he loves.

When someone who's starved of love is shown something that looks like sincere affection, is it any wonder that she jumps at it and clings to it?

What a lovely place this world would be if only people would feel affection for everyone else, and all the ugliness of the human heart were to vanish - our envy of those better off than ourselves and our scorn for those worse off.

no one like you i can't wait for the night with you i just want to be loved by you there's no one like you

I love my wife, Kris; I do not love Kris's words. I encounter Kris through her words, but I am summoned to love her, not her words. Sometimes I say to her, "I love what you say to me," but that is a form of expression. What I'm really saying is, "I love you, and your words communicate your love for me.

There's kind of a toll you have to pay with a cat if you don't pet her for 10 minutes she'll bother you for six hours.

Orange fluff ball, Rocky is an 18-pound marvel of love, so fluffy, he looks like he's 26 pounds. He scares the local dogs just by sitting and staring at them. Rocky's there for me when I get home, purrs when he wants to, leads me to the food bowl when he needs to, licks me in an attempt to heal my wounds, loves cellophane, red ribbons, left over chicken. Rocky, my best friend, is my orange fluff ball, and I wish I could share him with the world.

You're my favorite complication.