Quotes About Affection

I was a very lonely child and it's funny but the first word that comes to my head is "starved". I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn't OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a sense that if I deserved it, it would be there. There must be something I'd done which meant I didn't deserve it.

I was a very lonley child and it's funny but the first word that comes to my head is "starved". I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn't OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a sense that if I deserved it, it would be there. There must be something I'd done which meant I didn't deserve it.

And then, right in front of Lufa, they kissed again.

I think we did love each other. In our own way. But we simply didn't love each other enough.

I hope he loves you as I should have.

My heart lifts whenever I see him.

I look at one of those beautiful creatures [horses] and I only have to catch a certain tilt of a head or the curve of an ear and I honestly could weep for love. And although I know they are not capable of returning my love it doesn't matter; if anything, it just intensifies it. I think that is love.

In terms of my marriage, you know, falling in love with my husband was by far the best thing that's ever happened to me.

You blush. You are Charlotte's Web and I could love you.

Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

In the cage, you feel loved, not trapped. Just like me.

Sometimes you love someone so much that you can't bear a taste or a text because only this kind of moment will do. Shared air. Stillness on a love seat.

Real love is quiet. A whisper between two people.

Just once I'd like to fall for someone who isn't handicapped by narcissism, but it's too late. I love you.

In his depraved mind, power would be the inability to connect with anyone. It would mean rising above the need for affection, for human touch.

He says he's sorry when he's wrong and he lets me spend two hours looking at couches I don't need? Joe, are you for real?" I beam. I am.

Love is hands, holding you.

I'm carrying your heart in my heart.

He hugged me. It was comforting to feel his hands on my back.

Love—the desire to love and be loved, to hold and be held, to give love even if your experience as a recipient has been compromised or incomplete—is the constant on the continuum of hunger, it's what links the anorexic to the garden-variety dieter, it's the persistent pulse of need and yearning behind the reach for food, for sex, for something.

Gary'nin hat?rlayabildi?i kadar?yla Gerta,ilk defa bu kadar hassas görünüyordu.Kirpikleri titriyor,a?z? bir kö?eye do?ru seyiriyordu.'Mükemmel bir i? ç?kar?yorsun.Otis seni çok seviyor.

I remember thinking we were going to grow old together, one of those couples who hold hands, not just to keep from falling, but because they love each other so much that they can't be without contact.

She turned her head to smile at him, and in that moment she looked rather lovely. With her face lit by affection and happiness, she wasn't actually plain, Hugh realized. Her face was unremarkable, true, but there was a brightness and an animation to her tonight, some spark that made her arresting.

Thomas reached out and took my hand, turned it palm up, and said, "I believe that's healing very nicely." Aunt Charlotte opened the door just as he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.