Quotes About Affection

Men who write love scenes as if they are dealing with the mechanical parts of an engine should know that such scenes have zero erotic effect and do not accomplish their primary mission of evoking a loving experience between people.

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

Walking with Murphy through the bone-freezing chill toward the bus stop, I start shivering. And somehow, when he slips his arm around me to warm me up, it feels right. Righter than anything ever has.

I kiss her like my life depends on it.

Sex is like washing your face - just something you do because you have to. Sex without love is absolutely ridiculous. Sex follows love, it never precedes it.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

Pleasure suffused her and she snuggled deeper into his arms, her heart clenching when he tightened his hold on her. After a while his breathing slowed and his hold relaxed. Convinced he slept, she whispered, "You should have been my first." A small ache pinched her heart. His chest vibrated beneath her hand, sending a thrilling shiver up her spine as his deep voice rumbled through the air, "I'll be your last.

Kicking off my shoes, I climed in beside him. I eased toward him. His body radiated heat in the bed. I relaxed, inching closer, burrowing the tip of my nose against his back, savoring the clean smell of his skin, fresh from the shower. His voice rumled through his back toward me. "Hey, your nose is cold." I grinned ahainst his skin. "How about my feet?" I wedged them between his calves. He hissed. "Get some socks on, woman.

Yo haría cualquier cosa por ti. Especialmente si eso significa que voy a volver a verte.

Ahora podrás mirarte la mano en cualquier momento, incluso cuando yo no esté y lo sabrás. - ¿Sabré qué? - Que mi corazón es tuyo, que te amo.

Shaw took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine. "Happy?" he asked. I smiled, my chest swelling with emotion. "More than I ever thought possible." He kissed me, murmuring against my lips, "Get used to it. This is only the beginning.

Te quiero, Jacinda, con todo mi ser y con todo mi aliento.

It's the way he had a cup of tea waiting for me when I woke up. It's the way he turned on his laptop especially for me to look up all my Internet horoscopes and helped me choose the best one. He knows all the crappy, embarrassing bits about me that I normally try to hide from any man for as long as possible… and he loves me anyway.

Love is the expression of the one who loves, not of the one who is loved. Those who think they can love only the people they prefer do not love at all. Love discovers truths about individuals that others cannot see

Where there is love, there is pain.

The more clearly you understand yourself and your emotions, the more you become a lover of what is.

Los peores tiranos son aquellos que saben hacerse amar.

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.

Hatred is a disguised form of love. You can only hate someone whom you really wish to love, because if you were totally indifferent to that person, you could not even get up enough energy to hate him.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.

In as much as love grows in you, so in you beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.

My confession then, O my God, in Thy sight, is made silently, and not silently. For in sound, it is silent; in affection, it cries aloud.