Quotes About Affection

Tell me about it dear; for there is nothing which interests you which will not be dear to me

Friend John, I pity your poor bleeding heart; and I love you the more because it does so bleed.

and so, as you love me, and he loves me, and I love you with all the moods and tenses of the verb, I send you simply his 'love' instead.

Being proposed to is all very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn't at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing out of his life.

Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon be in your own home with your husband.

My dearest Mina, Oceans of love and millions of kisses

She had the sweetest way of saying my name and smiling at the same time, and every time she did so, my heart turned over.

Don't cry,nyonda," he murmured. Phillipa took a deep breath. "What does that mean, anyway? Nyonda?" His green gaze held hers. "It's Swahili. It means 'beloved.'" A small smile touched his mouth, and he brushed her cheek again. "You do know I love you, Phillipa. To an alarming degree.

He had no breath, no being, but in hers, she was his voice; he did not speak to her. But trembled on her words; She was his sight, For his eye followed hers, and saw hers, Which colored all his objects-he had crease to live within himself; She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts...

I haven't heard a woman say my name in a long time, Theresa. Say my name." She pulled in a hard breath, pretending to be annoyed rather than unsettled and excited by the intimacy. "Very well. Tolly. Better?" "Infinitely." Slowly he ran his fingertips along her cheek, making her shiver. "So many handsome gentlemen courting you, Tess," he whispered, "and yet here you are.

I'm glad to be a planet orbiting in the light of your sun

Slowly he put his arms around her, holding her close against him. 'We are two bullheaded, wicked people who have lived very unconventional lives,' he murmured into her hair. 'Personally I think we belong together.

This all felt important and significant, but Aden had put more than simple—relatively simple—affection into play. The captain had set up a very complicated game of chess and had moved all the pieces precisely where he wanted them, and Aden had just sat down opposite Vale and dumped over the table.

You are the closest I will ever come to magic.

So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.

Harry looked at the frog and then at Song Lee. I'm in love, he whispered. With a frog? I replied. No! With her.

There was no doubt about it. Harry was in love. How horrible could things get?

MASTER: "But even behind the mother's love lies her hope that the children will support her later on. But I love these youngsters because I see in them N?r?yana Himself. These are not mere words.

The affection the aquarists felt for the octopus appeared to be mutual. For the hours that they swam together, though the massive octopus could have easily escaped them, the Dude chose instead to keep his human friends by his side. Only when their tanks ran low on air did the divers reluctantly bid the Dude--the best giant Pacific octopus in the world, wrote one--goodbye.

You know, babe. Her voice had an older woman's weary advice in it. You're so hungry. You want so much. Well. Flannery shrugged. So what? I'll never get it. You might. If you stop asking. I'll never stop asking. I know. Anne touched her cheek. It's one of the things that makes you strangely lovable.

Are you hurting anywhere else? I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. Here. So am I. He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me...

I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

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