Quotes About Affection

And you would probably be always telling me that I am angry with you when I am not angry at all but only afraid of losing you.

He had taken Elizabeth into his arms and held her very close to him. I love you, he had said against her hair, and I shall come for you just as soon as I may.

That night had been the beginning of an idyllic few months. They had already been friends. Now they were also deeply in love.

He was no dream lover. He was Jack. And she loved him. And would no longer believe that it was a misplaced love. She loved him. No matter what. For always.

And I wanted so much to be able to set the world at your feet. I never wanted anything but you, she almost whispered.

Oh, yes, she said, surrendering to the longing within her, make me forget, William. Make me love you.

And she had given herself to him, not just from sympathy but with more passion than he had ever known in a woman.

And who did you think I was, Diana Ingram? You were my fantasy lover, she said. And I realize with every ounce of foresight in my body that I will be teased about this for the rest of my life. By me? he said, looking down at her, one eyebrow raised. Me tease the woman I love? You malign me, Diana. I have one question, though. How do I compare with my competition?

He loves you, you may be sure.

Please, darling, give me that much consolation at least.

And kissing her and holding her with a desperate tenderness and self-loathing when it was all over again.

And he was Robert, the man she had always loved, the only man who had ever touched her, the only man she had ever wanted. And wanted now with a searing passion.

He had appeared so lighthearted most of the time. And it was his laughter, his teasing, and his smiling eyes that she had fallen in love with six years before.

This is the man who loves you, darling, who has loved you for six long and lonely years. Open your eyes and look at me, love.

It is all over now, love, he said, a smile lifting one corner of his mouth. We do not have to part ever again. I can take you home with me.

Then he smiled into her eyes and asked, in the dry academic tones of an astronomer discussing a theoretical point with a colleague, 'How long do you suppose I can go on loving you more every day?' And he devised for her a calculus of love, which approached infinity as a limit, and made her smile again.

He respected her before he loved her, and he loved her before he finished his lunch that first day.

Sometimes I don't know anymore if it really is love. I have been carrying it for so long.

Today I'm Yours." It was a crude and romantic song. But human feeling is crude and romantic.

Lucien! - Georgia

nothing matters but the quality of the affection— in the end—that has carved the trace in the mind dove

Ezra kissed Ivy's right and then left palm. Your hands. Then he clasped both her hands between his. Ours

She wondered if Howard, if Ken, would ever know love as she knew it. How would it come to them? It comes, she thought, not as affection or admiration, or any sentiment, but as if one suffered a blow, an impact; as if two elements rushed together and became one. It is all one can do to hold up under it. One is changed, and struggles along as a blinded, bewildered, changed being.

LITTLE DOGS RHAPSODY IN THE NIGHT (PERCY THREE) He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. And when I'm awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the air and his eyes dark and fervent. Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.