Quotes About Affection

what was the difference in the end? It was never worth worrying about someone you didn't love. And it wasn't love if you didn't worry.

Sadie felt a swelling love and of worry for him -- what was the difference in the end? It was never worth worrying about someone you didn't love. And it wasn't love if you didn't worry.

I love you," Daedalus said. "It is hard for me to say, because sometimes it doesn't seem like it is enough.

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

It's more than romantic. It's better than romance It's friendship.

come on, sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me. —RUMI

Yes, she loved him, but she also liked him. She liked herself when she was with him.

For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did. —

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning.

I don't mind," Sam said. "I think you love pizza more than I do anyway." "When I was a kid." Sadie made a face at him. "You sure you don't mind?" "I mean, I mind

My god, she thought, he is so easy to love.

I love you, too, Grandpa." For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

Love you, Sammy," Dong Hyun said. "I love you, too, Grandpa." For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

I love you, Sadie," Sam said. "I know, Sam. I love you, too.

A.J. kisses his daughter on the forehead. He is delighted to have produced such a fantastic nerd.

you shouldn't go throwing around your love so easily.

Love you," she repeats.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on

But instead of the hearty kiss she had expected, he caressed her lips with his own in tantalizing softness until she moaned. "Oh, I need you to make love to me." "Before we're married?" he teased in a very naughty whisper. "Shocking, Miss Madsen." "You really are a Beast." "And you love me for it." "Yes. With all my heart." She trembled with sheer happiness. He was impossible--- and she wouldn't have him any other way.

As for you, my lady..." "Hmm?" Kate murmured, a flirtatious twinkle in her eyes. "You're not that tired, are you?" he whispered. "Never," she breathed. He let out a hungry growl of laughter, kissed her soundly, and carried her into what would henceforth be their shared bedchamber- then he kicked the door shut behind them.

I wished she'd never stop squeezing me. I wished I could spend the rest of my life as a child, being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.

That's funny, you're funny. I like you, I'm quite taken by you.

He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.

The warmth in his eyes flared to heat and he captured her hand in both of his, bending over it to hold his lips against the back a long moment. He did not exactly kiss it so much as breathe her in. She feared her hand smelled of bacon, but he didn't seem to care.