Quotes About Affection

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul

It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

I am in love, that's enough: I feel generous, holy, human, trembling, from "Thunderbolt

Love in any language, Straight from the heart, Pulls us all together, Never apart.

I think careful cooking is love, don't you? The loveliest thing you can cook for someone who's close to you is about as nice a valentine as you can give.

Mind who you love. For that matter, mind how you are loved.

When it comes to love, dogs make pretty steep competition for us people. And rightly so.

Tashi, you know I love you, don't you?" he said sofly in her ear. She smiled: trust the son of a Horse Follower to woo in the saddle. "I thought we were already betrothed." "You broke it off, remember." He kissed the top of her head. "Oh yes, I suppose I did. I'm sorry about that." "I didn't deserve you. I don't deserve you now." "Well, as long as you know that." She turned and gave him a mischievous smile.

Love isn't something you turn on or off. It's just…there. But I won't annoy you with it, I promise you.

When it comes to ye, lass, I doubt even my sanity

When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat, eager to touch his flesh and feel his heart beat against her hand. He moved over her and looked down at her with eyes dark with passion. "I have missed you," he said. "God, how I have missed you." "Show me," she said, and sighed with happiness when he put his hand on her ankle and began to slide it up her leg.

esposa, Ilse, también le puede hablar de ella. Ya ve, la quería mucho.

Me gustaría que éste fuera el anillo de compromiso, pero si insistes en no querer casarte conmigo, al menos espero que nunca te lo quites del dedo y te acuerdes de mí siempre.

Loving someone close-up - that was difficult.

I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles.

Do I look like a mess?" she asked. He nodded. "But you're my mess," he whispered.

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

This thing between them, this bond—it wasn't just passion, and it wasn't wicked. It was love, and it was divine.

He said he loved me," she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, he'd have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, "He said he loved me . . ." Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response.

I do not tell you often enough, dear Mother, how very grateful I am that I am yours. It is a rare parent who would offer a child such latitude and understanding. It is an even rarer one who calls a daughter friend. I do love you, dear Mama.

You're going to be my grandmother." "You silly child. In my heart, I've been your grandmother for years. I've just been waiting for you to make it official.

As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.