Quotes About Affection

Oh, Robert, please kiss me, she begged suddenly. Make me forget all my fears.

She did love him. She always had, even when she had hated him most.

I love you,' he whispered again, against the top of her head.

It's all over now, Henry, he murmured soothingly. You are safe, my love.

I care to marry only a gentleman who loves me.

I want you to know—and I swear by all that I once held honorable that I tell the truth—that I loved you when we came here together . . . I loved you, Becky, with the whole of my being.

Love me, she whispered. Go on loving me, Piers. Don't stop. Never, he promised her with his eyes.

I have never stopped loving you, he said. I realized that as soon as I saw you again.

Robert...When you are eighty-two years old, know that there is an eighty-year-old woman somewhere who loves you. Isn't that a delightful thought to keep you going for the next fifty years or so?" "You will probably still have a court of admirers," he said, "and will not be interested in knowing that there is also an eighty-two-year-old man who loves you.

She had kissed him back, eagerly, inexpertly . . . and had rashly gazed into his eyes afterward and told him with passionate conviction that she loved him, that she would always, always love him.

He would never stop loving her. Never.

The trouble is that I have grown accustomed to worrying about you.

There is no other woman as lovely as you . . . And only you can satisfy my soul.

Character traits are longer-lasting and are something on which a good marriage can be built. Respect and affection can grow in a marriage if husband and wife like and respect each other.

Have you missed me, Elizabeth? She considered. Yes, I have, she said. I feel relaxed and at home with you, William. Nothing more? he asked ruefully. I cannot say I feel relaxed with you. I love you, I believe.

You do know her rather well, your Grace, he said with respect. Eversleigh regarded his brother-in-law steadily. Of course, he said. I happen to love her, you see.

I will always think of you and always love you.

Oh, she cried, exasperated, ''I'll not stand for this, Marius! Then you shall just have to lie down for it, my love, he said soothingly.

I'll never stop loving you. Don't expect it of me.

Then marry me, he said . . . You like me, do you not, Elizabeth? We could have a good friendship, I believe, a good life together. I have enough love for both of us. I should never demand more than you are prepared to give.

It was true that love had never done her much good. It had brought her very little happiness. A few weeks of courtship and two days of marriage did not provide enough happiness for a lifetime. There had been years of pain and emptiness. Perhaps a marriage based on affection and respect would prove more durable. Perhaps there would not be the peak of delirious joy that she had known with Robert. But there would not be the depths of despair, either.

Do you love me? she asked him, lifting her face to his . . . He kissed her. She clung to him, tasting his answer in his mouth.

I kept it very quiet and very deep and very secret from all but the inner depth of my heart. I even felt ashamed of it. But I always thought of you.

And she was beginning to like him, despite everything. Perhaps she was beginning to feel a little more than liking.