Quotes About Affection

Intendo dedicare il resto della mia vita a renderti ogni giorno più felice del precedente.

But when they were laughing together, just the two of them poking fun at some silly society rule, his eyes changed. They grew softer, gentler, more at ease. In her more fanciful moments, she almost thought they looked as if they were melting.

This…this love…it had crept up on her, rolling along, gaining in momentum until one day it was there. It was there, and it was true, and she knew it would be with her always.

If you want to know if a gentleman loves you,' her mother said, 'there is only one true way to be sure.' " Lady Danbury leaned forward. Even Hyacinth leaned forward, and she was holding the book. "'It's in his kiss,' her mother whispered. 'It's all there, in his kiss.

She didn't want to change the world. She just wanted to make it lovely and wonderful for the people she loved.

If it c-could be anybody, Daff, it would be you. I p-promise you that.

Gregory moved across the room and plopped himself down next to his sister. "It's good to see you," he said, directing his words at Gareth. "Hyacinth says you're her special friend." "Gregory!" Hyacinth exclaimed. She turned quickly to Gareth. "I said no such thing." "I'm heartbroken," Gareth said.

It wasn't when his hands had gone 'round her upper arms to steady her.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"—he leaned down and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn—"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." He kissed her then. Once, slowly and deeply. "I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

Daphne noticed with relief that his happiness reached his eyes. Then her relief turned into something a little more precious—joy. Because she had been the one to chase the shadows from his eyes. She wanted to banish them forever, she realized. If only he would let her . . .

He loved her. Suddenly the world was a very simple place. He loved her, and that was all that mattered.

She stared down at him. He was gazing at her with such obvious love and devotion, she hardly knew what to do. It seemed to surround her, embrace her, and she knew that this was poetry, this was music. This was love.

What were you going to say?" "It's nothing." He took both of her hands and tugged her toward him. "It's not nothing," he murmured. "When it's you, and when it's me, it's never nothing.

He had fallen in love with his wife.

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.

Anthony stared at her for a long moment, his eyes locking with hers until he felt they must be one person. Then, with a shaking hand, he cupped the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her. His lips worshiped hers, offering her every ounce of love and devotion and reverence and prayer that he felt in his soul.

He could live without her love, but not without her happiness.

It's beautiful," she whispered. "I love it." "Are you certain?" Simon removed his gloves, then leaned forward and took the ring out of the box. "Because it is your ring. You shall be the one to wear it, and it should reflect your tastes, not mine.

For the rest of my life," he vowed, "I will love you. For the rest of my life. I promise you. I will lay down my life for you. I will honor and cherish you. I will—" He was choking on the words, but he didn't care. He just wanted to tell her. He just wanted her to know.

It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn't even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what was.

I love you," he said, his voice low and fervent. "I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be.

How wonderful it was to feel love - even the one-sided sort - for a nice person. It made one feel so positively sensible.

She was here, with him, and she felt like heaven. The soft scent of her hair, the slight taste of salt on her skin— she was, he thought, born to rest in the shelter of his arms. And he was born to hold her. -Benedict's thoughts

and ever since she heard me calling you 'Dear Heart' at the theater last month, I have not been able to show my face at my clubs." "Is it so very unfashionable to love one's wife, then?" Daphne teased.