Quotes About Affection

I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you." - Tessa Gray

But—but..." Will sputtered. "Oh, leave it," said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. "She annexed my plan!" "Will," Tessa said firmly. "Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?" Will pointed a finger at her. "That," he said. "The second one.

Spoon!" James said, running at his uncle Gabriel and jabbing him in the thigh. Gabriel mussed the boy's hair affectionately. "You're such a good boy," he said. "I often wonder how you could possibly be Will's." "Spoon," James said, leaning against his uncle's leg lovingly. "No, Jamie," Will urged. "Your honorable father has been impugned. Attack, attack!

Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back.

I don't want the world. I want you.

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.

I whisper your name, Ty. I whisper the most important thing: I love you. I love you. I love you. Livvy

Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de. In all the world, you are what I love the most.

You are the central point about which his world spins.

I think you cannot root out love entirely. I think where there has been love, there will always be embers, as the remains of a bonfire outlast the flame.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

Okay. I've got a good one." Simon stroked Isabelle's hair feeling her lashes flutter against his neck as she closed her eyes. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

The story that I love you, it has no end.

Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read.

And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?

Will sat down beside his wife and pulled her into his lap. "I am going to kiss your mother now," he announced. "Flee if you will, children. If not, we could play Ludo when the romance is over." "The romance is never over," said James glumly. Tessa laughed and put up her face to be kissed.

And I love you," Kieran said. "You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.

I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff?" "I was born amazing" Jace stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingertips, lightly but enough to make her shiver.

I did it because I love you!" he half-shouted, and then, as if registering the shocked look her face, he said in a more subdued voice, "I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. "And one last thing," he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. "Much better," he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too.

But you love her." Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he said finally. "I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.

She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where it had lain against his skin it had left a mark behind, no bigger than a shilling, in the shape of a pale white star.

I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever--" He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?