Quotes About Affection

When you leave them in the morning, they stick their nose in the door crack and stand there like a portrait until you turn the key eight hours later.

Can I hit it in the morning with out giving you have of my dough?

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

It was really like waking up one morning and going, Wow, I enjoy being with this person more than anybody else in my life, and it just turned out to be mutual.

My days, if they start in the morning with a cuddle from my son, are just so much more glorious than they were prior to that.

I've struck up a tremendous intimacy with Conte Alberto, and we literally can't live without each other. He is the first object my eyes greet in the morning, and the last at night.

Waking up to you is like... presents on Christmas morning." His mouth curved. "For your convenience, I'm already unwrapped. Batteries not required.

She loved you in the morning because the day was new.

You know you love him when you can't sleep at night and get up early to talk to him the next morning.

God loves us more than a father, mother, friend, or any else could love, and even more than we are able to love ourselves.

My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me and then. Spin me around til I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he would carry me and I knew for sure I was loved.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

Across the board, from my mother to my father to my aunts and uncles, everybody has always given me a lot of love.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

Nobody loves me but my mother, And she could be jivin' too.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

The mother's love is not given to us to spoil us with indulgence, but to soften our hearts, that we may in turn soften others with kindness.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

When you look into your mother's eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing!

It moves one's heart to think: Nine months before I was born there was a woman who loved me deeply. She did not know what I was going to be like, but she loved me because she carried me in her womb.

Mothers ought to bring up and nurse their own children; for they bring them up with greater affection and with greater anxiety, as loving them from the heart, and so to speak, every inch of them.