Quotes About Affection

Sivamet --my love. You are sívam és sielam --my heart and soul," Mikhail whispered softly.

Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked softly. Her long lashes fluttered, lifted, so that her violet eyes locked with his. A slow, fascinating smile curved her mouth. "Maybe, just a little.

Two individuals sharing their life together have sex when they choose. It can be slow and gentle or wild and crazy. But it should be an expression of love. And trust me on this, Rikki. I love you. When I'm touching you, I'm loving you." - Levi to Rikki

Do you want those things? Do you want to go to bed with me at night? Wake up with me in the morning? Drive me crazy looking all sexy and drowsy over your tea? Spend your life with me, Hannah. Grow old with me. We can sit on the porch in our rockers and I swear, baby, at the end of it all, you'll know no one could have loved you more or better. I can give that to you. I swear I can, baby. Love me back, Hannah.

Never think that you are not cherished. Or that you have no value. No one has ever cared for me so selflessly the way that you have.

My heart is very much alive and in your hands. Do your best not to destroy it.

He wanted her loyalty. Her faithfulness. Her love. That was the bottom line. He wanted Ania to fall so deeply in love with him, she would never consider leaving him.

His palm cupped her face, moved lovingly to her slender neck, his thumb feathering over her soft skin. He ached with love for her. "I promise to be careful." "Really careful," she insisted. He found the hard edges of his mouth turning up. "Really really careful," he clarified.

Jacques straightened slowly, as if he had been waiting for hours. His hand went to the nape of his neck, rubbing at a kink. Mikhail and Jacques stared at one another, dark sorrow in their eyes. Jacques stepped forward and reached for Mikhail in an uncharacteristic show of affection. It was brief and hard, two stiff oak trees exchanging a hug. Mikhail knew Raven would have laughed at the two of them.

Lexi, He breathed her name. You have no idea what you mean to me. -Gavriil

She kept her arm firmly around his waist, fitting under his shoulder when she never would have walked so Intimately with a man. Strangely, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked thinking of him as hers to take care of...

Talking quietly together. Was that what couples did? Was it small things that wove those relationships tighter? Made them stronger? She didn't know, but she loved being with Malichai just like this. Talking softly to him. Getting his reassurance. Giving him the same.

Jacques nuzzled the warmth of her neck, lazily slid his attentions lower to the invitation of her full breasts. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" "No, but you can tell me if you want," she encouraged, circling his neck with her slender arms.

I told you I loved you because I do. Absolutely I do. Every minute I spend in your company, I find I love you more." A slow smile curved his mouth and he lay back against the pillows. "I knew you'd fall for me, woman. It's the way I wash dishes, isn't it?

Jacques' palms cupped her face, and he bent his head to hers, his mouth tender, loving, as he kissed her slightly swollen mouth. "I will never get enough of you, not if we live centuries.

I don't believe that I could stop loving someone without retaining some sort of fondness for him. He was, by then, a part of my past, but I know he will always own that small part of me which I gave to him and which he did not know existed.

It is interesting to note that the response to me in Swedish press held no ridicule or personal animosity. The Swedes indicated their affection and acceptance of me on the basis that I was a human being first and, second, a scientific marvel instead of an oddity. It was probably the first time that the press had not taken it upon itself to decide what I was--a circumstance that had prevailed from the time the first story broke.

Cats have short lives. It's how they punish you for getting attached to them. She couldn't last forever.

People must really adore dogs to fondle their warm bowel movements every day.

If we stay with animal analogies for a moment, owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are god. (Cats may sometimes share the cold entrails of a kill with you, but this is just what a god might do if he was in a good mood.)

As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).

Love always makes those eloquent that have it. ---From Hero and Leander, Sestiad II

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he loves me more than all the world

He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.