Quotes About Affection

You had me at hello.

I love you, Papa," I said. "And I love you," my father replied. "I have loved you every day of your life. I will love you for every day of mine and more. My love will never diminish, no matter how many steps you take throughout the world, no matter how many years you wander until your task is done." "I will love you as long as I draw breath," I replied. "And the moment I stop breathing, I will find you. Wherever you are.

I love you, Papa," I said. "And I love you," my father replied. "I have loved you every day of your life. I will love you for every day of mine and more. My love will never diminish, no matter how many steps you take throughout the world, no matter how many years you wander until your task is done.

It still beat with a trip and a hammer, for that is the way a heart must go. But, whereas before it had woven only dark things when it dwelled upon my cousin, now within the fabric of my heart there ran, for him and him alone, one single strand of pure, untarnishable gold.

Don't throw away love.

It warmed Erica's heart

His love for her had never been stronger. He caressed her arm, as if he were caressing the soul that had now left her body. He didn't look back when he left. It was not 'good-bye', it was 'until we meet again'.

I've said that Love annihilates desire and lust and ambition. Love and affection are such things that when they become active, even if someone were to bring a hundred houris, a hundred beautiful maidens of paradise, in front of you, they would seem as lifeless as mud bricks to you. Whenever you hear a word of wisdom or begin contemplation, that love and affection start to move.

that love is a feeling. You don't always kiss people you love. 'Sometimes you just love them

I've decided that it's possible to LOVE someone for entirely SELFLESS reasons, for all of their flaw and weaknesses, and still NOT succeed in having them love you back. It's sad, perhaps, but not TRAGIC, unless you dwell forever in the PURSUIT of their elusive affections.

Oh God, this is my fantasy! Where those just-friend boys suddenly realize they love me.' 'I don't know if this was like that .' 'What happened?' He thought for a moment. 'Well. I realized I loved her.' Hannah gasped. 'Oh God, that's so sweet.

Darling boysy...me loves you, oh so very tenderly...you must always tell me everything, you can fully trust me, look upon me as a bit of yourself...How I love you, darling treasure, my very own one. —Alix, to Nicholas II

love is just an emotion that grows for whoever you chose!

It really was me at Ossing. And it was wonderful. You smelled as sweet as these flowers. I love you.

you can have one of mine," he says. "i'll yank one out right now." no, that won't count. It has to be the lash that naturally falls out. " He gets on his knees and starts looking for my lash.

sometimes you just want the comfort of knowing that somebody really does care about you (even if they show it in peculiar ways).

The creative mind plays with the object it loves.

The kernel of all jealousy is lack of love.

Does he do all this with evil design? No, it is part of his concept of how to retain love.

Bill showed up bearing Polish sausages and explained that what he most enjoyed were baseball games with fielding errors, because it emphasized the human element in the game. (He didn't comment on whether that was the root of his affection for the Cubs.)

A miserable Mike says haltingly, "I could love someone ever know, wasn't paid for it. And I love you, and you don't pay me." n a ball, he tells Scott, "I really want to kiss you, man." The scene of Scott gently holding Mike, stroking his hair.

The average married man, if he had the energy, could have sex with several women without diminishing the affection and desire he felt for his wife. But women like Judith- unlike truly liberated females like Barbara and Arlene- could not simply accept a man as a temporary instrument of pleasure; they wanted soft lights and promises, not just a penis but the man attached to it.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.