Quotes About Affection

Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"-he leaned and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn-"an most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore.

I have friends who have children, and they have told me how remarkable it is to have a new life that is a piece of your own flesh anf blood. But I --" "I realized that I didn't love her because she was a piece of me, I loved her because she was a piece of you.

In his heart, she'd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.

And she never knew that he laid awake the whole time, his lips at her temple, his hand against her hair. Whispering her name. Whispering other words as well.

He'd tried so hard to convince himself that it didn't matter if she loved him, that having her as his wife was enough. But now… Now that she'd said it, now that he knew, now that his heart had soared, he knew better. This was heaven. This was bliss. This was something he'd never dared hope to feel, something he never could have dreamed existed. This was love. --(Michael)

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

Oh, Elizabeth," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her mouth, "I love you so much. You must believe me." "I believe you," she said softly, "because in your eyes, I see what I feel in my heart.

His leg throbbed, but his heart felt lighter, and for the first time in years, the world seemed to be filled with possibility. "I love you," he said. And he thought to himself, That makes five. Five times he'd said it. It wasn't nearly enough. "And I love you." She bent down and kissed his leg. He touched his face and felt tears. He hadn't realized he was crying. "I love you," he said again.

He looked down at the first entry. 2 MARCH1810 Today I fell in love. A tear welled up in his eye. "Me too, my love. Me too.

This was Penelope, and this was love.

And when he kissed her . . . All she wanted was more. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, and for the first time in her life, Sarah truly believed that she was. She touched his cheek. "So are you." Hugh smiled down at her, a silly half grin that told her he did not believe her for one second.

no one had ever brought her flowers before, and she hadn't known until that very moment how badly she'd wanted someone to do so.

It wasn"t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.

She was in love. Lady Sarah Pleinsworth was in love. And it was grand.

You have asked her to marry you, I hope'' ''I might have demanded it'', he admitted. ''Even better

I thought you wouldn't want weepy words of love and all that.' Belle swatted him on the shoulder. 'Of course I do! Every woman does. Especially from the man she actually wants to accept. So devise some weepy words and I'll-' 'Aha! So you accept!

He leaned down and whispered, "I love you," in Honoria's ear. Just because he wanted to. She didn't look up, but she smiled. And he smiled, too

I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there

He took her hand and squeezed. "Do I look a mess?" she asked. He nodded. "But you're my mess," he whispered. And he was very glad for that.

Grace-" He scowled, then laughed. "What the devil is your middle name?" "Catriona." she whispered. "Grace Catriona Eversleigh," he said, loud and sure, "I love you.

Full lips are better for kissing.