Quotes About Affection

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

Friendship is love without wings.

You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:So I did sit and eat.

Love is a personal debt.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

A man may be said to love most truly that woman in whose company he can feel drowsy in comfort.

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man

I love you I know

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

He still has the same way of calling to me, as if I'm still new to him, as if he has yet to get over me.

You love your children. It's your one redeeming quality; that and your cheekbones.

Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant.

Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?" "Everyone wants to be loved." "I see flowering hasn't made you any brighter," said Cersei. "Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon… but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.

The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.

And Arya… he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had… yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm....

You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.

I had feared it from the start, from the moment you first smiled at me and let me touch your hand. My own father could not love me. Why would you if not for gold?