Quotes About Affection

It's always nice to see familiar faces.

I had a bad habit of falling in love with any girl who was nice to me.

I just want a nice guy who loves me and who I love.

Everything is nicer if you feel you're in love.

My nickname is Deb for people who really know me. But the only real nickname I've ever had was, my dad used to call me 'Ace.'

My dad loved Deco as a player. He started calling me Deco as a nickname around the house.

I think it was Dad who gave me my nickname 'Katy Custard,' recognising my deep, positive and lasting relationship with it.

My first nephew, he couldn't say Auntie Nicole, so he called me Coco. So ever since then, everyone's called me 'Coco.'

I am not a father, and the only children that I get close to are my nieces.

It would be nice to have someone to go back to, a girl to call at the end of the night after a long day.

When I get into bed at night, I hope I don't get into it alone!

Kissing Macaulay Culkin was like kissing a brother. It was really no big deal.

I'm definitely a romantic, no doubt about it.

If you're lucky enough to come from, I was very lucky when I grew up, I grew up in a house fill of love, my mum and dad had no problem showing love in front of me, which I think is why I want to teach my kids how to love.

But being with him was like toast and butter from the very beginning.

But love, I've come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.

Ella me sonrió y yo le devolví la sonrisa, sin poder dejar de pensar cómo era posible que me hubiera enamorado de una chica como Jamie Sullivan.

He was sure he wanted never to let go of her hand; their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way-effortlessly clasped, like perfect complements.

I love you, Jamie," I said again, but this time she wasn't frightened. Instead our eyes met across the table, and I watched as hers began to shine. She sighed and looked away, running her hand through her hair, then turned to me again. I kissed her hand, smiling in return. "I love you, too," she finally whispered. They were the words I'd been praying to hear.

Te quiero -añadió él-. ¿Sabes cuánto te quiero? Más que todos los peces del mar juntos y hasta más lejos que la luna. Lo sé.

love required time and a multitude of shared experiences. Yet my feelings for Morgan grew stronger by the

Mike se reía mucho. Y a ella le gustaba mucho, muchísimo, el ruido que hacía al reírse.

I want to write you the kind of letter you always wrote to me.

Knowing that he didn't love her simply in the here and now but that he would never stop loving her.