Quotes About Affection

I would be everything for you if I could." "You very nearly are

And all she knew was that she was deeply, truly, madly in love with him. Not

The way you look tonight. In that dress. Jesus, Brooke, you're beautiful.

Chloe had always loved

She didn't doubt that he'd loved her. He simply hadn't had the capacity to love her right. "Every

It's like they know about the way you look at me. About the way you've always looked at me.

You could never be just any girl . And it has nothing to do with the fact that you're famous.' His hand tightened on hers. 'You're very special, Nicola. Very, very special.

You like doing that, don't you?' 'Yes, I like kissing you.' 'No,' she said, 'lifting me off my feet. Carrying me around. Pulling me down to kiss you whenever you get the urge.' She turned to him with a mock glare. 'I think it goes hand in hand with the telling me what to do stuff.' He didn't let go of her hand as he lifted his to run the back of one knuckle down her cheek. 'You like it, too.

I wanted to be able to tell you the exact moment I fell in love with you. But I can't do that." "You can't?" A pin could have dropped in the grass and it would have been heard in that moment as everyone grew perfectly silent to listen for his reply. "No, I can't. Because every single moment I've spent with you is that moment, Lori.

Because if he wasn't really, really careful, Lori Sullivan was just going to keep stealing his heart one sentence, one meal, one smile at time

I want you by my side not only for red carpet events, but for the nights when we're both exhausted from a long day on set and fall into bed, too tired to do anything but hold hands and fall asleep. I want to kiss the sugar off your lips while you're eating sweets for breakfast. And I want you there to drag into the shower with me to make up for not having the energy to make love to you the night before.

the way coupling is envisioned in contemporary American society is not universal, it is not timeless, and it is not human nature. Instead, the reigning American worldview may well represent one of the narrowest construals of intimacy ever imagined. Where once the tendrils of love and affection reached out to family, friends, and community, reached back to ancestors, and reached up to the heavens, now they surround and squeeze just one other person—sometimes to the point of asphyxiation.

It was my shame, and now it is my boast, That I have loved you rather more than most.

young woman of negotiable affection

Hannah's Oberlin friends, a gaggle of food-co-op-looking people, came up and hugged me one by one.

And through all that dreadful darkness she had remembered him. He who loved her. He who still loved her. Who would always love her.

My heart sometimes feels like it will burst for them both. The love has a strange fleeting intangibility about it and seems always to disappear and be converted into the past even before I have properly grasped it.

Drink to me only with thin eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I will not look for wine

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I will not look for wine.

There shall be no love lost.

[L]eave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

All spies need to feel they are loved.

Love often begins with an outpouring of naked truth, a passionate baring of the soul.

I mean we desperately wanted to be in love with something or other. We were lonely people. It seemed more sensible to fall in love with another person who also wanted to fall in love, than to love a chair or a cat or an idea.