Quotes About Affection

Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

Don't think ill of me, remember me well. Tell people you were fond of me, that you loved me, that I wasn't a bad guy. Even if, perhaps, none of this was the case.

And I knew that I loved him with more than a nod. I loved him with a rush of tenderness, a lion's share. (Is that ever enough?) I wanted to survive. I had to. I never called.

Perhaps we're all doomed to fail as mothers, but if so, it's better to err on the side of showing too much love, not too little.

Did he mean for her to look at something she loved and think of him? How dare he. He had no right to give her gifts. No right to remind her she was alone by ensuring that she was not. No right to test whether she had a heart. No right to court her, to please her, or to do whatever he bloody well might be doing by giving her a kitten.

You are my dream, Cynthia.

And home, Elise, is anywhere love is. Any you are my love.

when one loved, one cherished. One protected.

Murmured to him nonsense, which is the language of love

She turned to him as though he were the sun and she a sunflower.

What did you say to the messanger mi'lady? Do you remember the exact words of your last proposal? I probably said, Will you marry me? Connor smiled. He pulled her toward him, lowered his head and kissed her just long enough to stun her. He lifted his head then, looked into her eyes, and finally spoke to her. Yes Brenna. I will marry you.

You take my heart with you, my loving captor. Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.

courting is for those who have not declared their love for one another- should not be considered a task.

You've given me value, Dun­can. In my heart I know I mat­ter to you.

He was so damned happy to see her, he frowned. She smiled back.

You're the most confusing woman," he whispered on a sigh. "God help me, I do love you, though.

It seemed a miracle that any man who loved a woman might be loved by her in return.

My husband cooed as he dug into his plate of delicious flambéed crepes. If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what is.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

You love me? Who loves you?

You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams.

There were those whose love spilled over into their every gesture, and so was shared by all who knew them. But they were rare folk indeed.

My heart. Your heart.