Quotes About Affection

I love you. Most ardently.

Knock, Knock." "Who's there?" "Olive." "Olive who?" "Olive...ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like." He folded her into his arms.

To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.

I love you. You have no idea what you are worth to me.

I love you, Kitten. There's nothing on this earth or under it that can change that.

Love is too pure a light to burn long among the noisome gases that we breathe, but before it is choked out we may use it as a torch to ignite the cozy fire of affection.

I really like older British guys - I don't think any of them would ever have a problem with crying in front of a woman or saying "I love you" or "You hurt me" or emotional stuff like that.

Love you more than life itself, more than the sun and the air. You own my soul, Ella May. Micha

I do want love. Genuine love.

Oh, deeply vulnerable as a woman - to love someone not knowing whether they love me in return.

I love my house. I love my family. I love my animals.

Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.

All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

Oh, God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,' and the Colonel whispered, 'I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,' and I said, 'No. Not past tense.

Love is what you feel for a dog or a pussycat. It doesn't apply to humans.

The good part of having six kids is, there's always one who wants to hug you and say, 'Daddy, I love you.'

I love thee like puddings; if thou wert pie I'd eat thee.

I think I love you, Cal." -Abra I'm not good." -Cal Because you're not good." -Abra

Daddy I'm just little But I love you BIG Happy Birthday Big Daddy

Valentine's Day is my mother's birthday. If I'm wildly in love, I've sent people chicken hearts, which seems to appeal to the kind of person that I've been in love with.

Of course I know who you are. You're my girl. I love you.

Nothing can take the place of true love.

Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

We should make ourselves loved, for men are only just towards those whom they love.