Quotes About Affection

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.

But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.)

I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

He felt the need for something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced amorous gales every evening about this time.

But he could not tell her he loved her. He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought.

I always wish that you could marry everybody who wants to marry you.

For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime

And then she looked up and saw Flush. Something unusual in his look must have struck her. She paused. She laid down her pen. Once he had roused her with a kiss, and she thought that he was Pan. He had eaten chicken and rice pudding soaked in cream. He had given up the sunshine for her sake. She called him to her and said she forgave him.

I like your energy. I love your legs. I long to see you.

Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.

There was in Lily a thread of something; a flare of something; something of her own Mrs. Ramsay liked very much indeed, but no man would, she feared. [...] He was not in love of course; it was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many.

That people should love like this, that Mr. Bankes should feel this for Mrs. Ramsay (she glanced at him musing) was helpful, was exalting.

It was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many.

I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about – with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you. Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because I need to feel you near. Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, I am never empty of you; not for a moment, an instant, a single second.

Knitting her reddish-brown hairy stocking, with her head outlined absurdly by the gilt frame, the green shawl which she had tossed over the edge of the frame, and the authenticated masterpiece by Michael Angelo, Mrs. Ramsay smoothed out what had been harsh in her manner a moment before, raised his head, and kissed her little boy on the forehead. Let us find another picture to cut out, she said.

Dick, you're better than I am said Clarissa. You see all around, where I only see there she pressed a point on the back of his hand That's my business, as I tried to explain at dinner. What I like about you, Dick, is that you're always the same, and I'm a creature of moods. You're a pretty creature anyhow he said, gazing at her with deeper eyes. You think so, do you? Then kiss me.

If this is love, there is something highly ridiculous about it.

It is true that each visit began, continued, or concluded with a declaration of love, but in between there was much room for silence.

It is only that I want to be with you and not with anybody else - but you would get bored if I go on saying this, only it comes back and back till it drips of my pen.

It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, 'I love you, or whether she said, 'I love the beech-trees,' or only 'I love--I love.

I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.