Quotes About Affection

Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, for can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.

Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!

you will always love, and you will always be loved

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

The aim of Love is to love: no more, and no less.

I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.

Oh, I don't care about Jack. I don't care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won't you? You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months. For the last three months?

It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.

My head against his shoulder, he laughs as if the laughter wants to travel a good distance, down through my body also.

To rank the effort above the prize may be called love.

Will I ever see you again? No. Do I love you? Yes, for all time.

Io suuicien lui damo amo, she said softly. You are here in place of the friends I love.

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy, lie further off." —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, A Midsummer Night's Dream The

what the hell is 'emotional bonding,' anyway? It sounds like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.

You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.

All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.

Nobody loves only once.

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. You will come, won't you? Promisse! he whispered.

There it was, that familiar fear, love's terrible price.

I think I'll buy you from your father so you can say nice things like that to me three times a day. How much for her, Mo?

And this time he would have said it, right? I love you. So much. Too much. But that was forbidden. For all time. The Elf would take his heart in payment.

Love is a deadly affair.

Love was a luxury you paid for with far too much pain.