Quotes About Affection

If you approached people with trust and affection you would have ten-fold trust and thousand-fold.

Trust me, Yorkies leave paw prints on your heart.

I'm not going to let you go " He was silent for a moment. "Carly " he said gently. "Remember when we were first engaged

Truth is, I don't mind getting a black eye or broken arm for a girl as long as she's there to kiss it after.

Be a best friend. Tell the truth. And overuse "I love you"

The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts.

This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me, there's a truth in your heart that says you'll never leave me, and the touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall.

He leaned down to her ear and purred. Damn but she loved when he purred.

Gwen handed the bag to him. "Honey buns for my honey bun.

You like him?" She shrugged. "I don't dislike him." "Well, for you that's almost marriage.

You like her." "Don't you?" "I don't dislike her." "Hell, boy, for you that's marriage.

There is not a man alive who would not want you.

When you find love, you must catch it close and hold it tight. Do not let it go so easily.

I've tried to deny it even to myself... My heart and soul are filled with you.

Ashiana… has no one ever told you?" He reached out to tilt her chin up, his touch as gentle as his voice. "I am not teasing when I call you sundar. Your eyes are the color of ocean waves in the morning sun. Your skin is like the silk the Hindus call 'the white of the clouds when the rain is spent.' And the rest of you…" His voice deepened. "… is delicate and feminine and perfect.

Rolling onto his side, he drew her close. "Sleep, milady. I will keep you warm tonight, and safe." He pulled the blanket over her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he settled beside her on the furs. "And for one night, at least, neither of us will be alone.

There's so much love sent through the mail.

If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine.

I have been in love with no one, and never shall", she whispered, "unless it should be with you.

I have never been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you.

Jamás me he enamorado de nadie, y jamás me enamoraré —susurró—; a menos que sea de ti.

I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That's right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.

He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.