Quotes About Affection

Dogs are stupid," Rusty said. "This is a known fact. But a cat—you have to earn a cat's respect every single day of your life. You lose it and—" He snapped his fingers. "That's what your mama was to me. She was my cat. She kept my compass pointing true north.

It is a father's job to love his daughter in the way she needs to be loved.

You don't kidnap somebody if you love them. They come to you. They choose you. Not the other way around.

that was more than love. That was being in love. It was so tangible I could almost touch it with my hands. I could bite it with my teeth.

If you love without evoking love in return - if through the vital expression of yourself as a loving person you fail to become a loved person, then your love is impotent, it is a misfortune.

If you love without evoking love in return—that is, if your loving as loving does not produce reciprocal love; if through a living expression of yourself as a loving person you do not make yourself a loved person, then your love is impotent— a misfortune.

So this is what it's like to be in love? he mused quietly. And then he frowned. Damn. Now what do I do?

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.' Shakespeare.

I threw my arms around him. "I yearn only for you." Quinton gave a self-conscious shrug and an embarrassed laugh. "I feel the same way about you and I'm sorry I'm  .  .  . being an ass. Also, I suspect you just wanted to use 'yearn' in a sentence.

Sweet sixteen, Hugh said, kissing her affectionately. Happy birthday, little bear. Your future's all ahead of you. Ursula still harbored the feeling that some of her future was also behind her but she had learned not to voice such things.

T]he parent-child relationship was one way, you gave them all your love and they were under no obligation to pay a penny back. Of course, if they did love you then that was the icing on the cake with cherries on top. And chocolate shavings and those little silver balls that cracked your fillings.

She was tremendously fond of Ralph. Not hounded by love the way some women were. With Crighton she had been teased endlessly by the idea of it, but with Ralph it was more straightforward. Again not love, more like the feelings you would have for a favorite dog (and, no, she would never have said such a thing to him. Some people, a lot of people, didn't understand how attached one could be to a dog.)

She opened her arms to the black bat and they flew to each other, embracing in the air like long-lost souls. This is love, Ursula thought. And the practice of it makes it perfect.

Really she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return. She was considering getting a cat. She didn't really like cats though. That might be a bit of a problem. Quite liked dogs.

Sometimes," Sylvie said, "One can mistake gratitude for love.

On the whole, I haven't found men unduly loath to say, 'I love you.' The real trick is to get them to say, 'Will you marry me?

I couldn't have found a better man than Brad. He still opens doors for me and brings me flowers. He's the sweetest goofball on the planet.

And indeed, I am a warmhearted and thoroughly domestic man who gets up and makes pancakes for his children and kisses them on the head when he sends them off to their day.

God help the man who ever really loves you.

There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.

Presents are the best way to show someone how much you care. It is like this tangible thing that you can point to and say, Hey man, I love you this many dollars-worth.

If she is pleasing to one man, a girl is taken care of.

Even bad men love their mommas.

Nothing flatters a man as much as the happiness of his wife; he is always proud of himself as the source of it.