Quotes About Affection

Paul, walking alongside, laced his fingers in the strings of the bag Miriam was carrying... the meadow was bathed in a glory of sunshine, and the path was jewelled, and it was seldom that he gave her any sign. She held her fingers very still among the strings of the bag, his fingers touching.

Do you like me?' `Very much! And you see there's no question of kissing between us, is there?' `None at all!' said Connie. `But oughtn't there to be?' ` Why, in God's name? I like Clifford, but what would you say if I went and kissed him?' `But isn't there a difference?

I've brought thee a sup o' tea, lass, he said. Well you needn't, for you know I don't like it, she replied. Drink it up, it'll pop thee off to sleep again. She accepted the tea. It pleased him to see her take it and sip it. I'll back my life there's no sugar in, she said. Yi - there's one big un, he replied, injured. It's a wonder, she said sipping again. She had a winsome face when her hair was loose. He loved her to grumble at him in this manner.

She's had no love. No! - Well, you must make up to her.

He brought her forgetmenots. And again his heart hurt with love, seeing her hand, used with work, holding the little bunch of flowers he gave her. She was perfectly happy.

He was filled with the warmth of her. In the glow, he could almost feel her as if she were present.

Clifford'u öpmeden ayr?l?yordu. Clifford ona keskin soÄŸuk gözlerle bakt?. Demek öyle! bütün bir akÅŸam?n? ona kitap okumakla geçirmiÅŸti. Gene de öpmeden gidiyordu. Ne kat? yürekli kad?nda! Bir öpücük kal?plaÅŸm?? bir davran??t? belki ama böyle kal?plaÅŸm?? davran??lara dayand? yaÅŸam.

And do you care for me?" He kissed her without answering. "Tha mun goo, let me dust thee," he said. His hand passed over the curves of her body, firmly, without desire, but with soft, intimate knowledge. As she ran home in the twilight the world seemed a dream; the trees in the park seemed bulging and surging at anchor on a tide, and the heave of the slope to the house was alive.

I love thee that I call go into thee, he said. Do you like me? she said, her heart beating. It heals it all up, that I can go into thee.

My feelings for you run very deep. - Loor Not deep enought, I guess. - Bobby (The Rivers of Zadaa)

and I knew better than I had ever known before, knew with all the reluctant certainty of a broken heart, that the intimate affection of a husband—and perhaps even the innocent love of a child—could never compete with the thrill she got from the adulation of strangers.

I wish you didn't have to go home later, said Rachel, squeezing Kirsty's hand as they walked along. I love it when you come to stay.

Every moment think steadily as a Roman and a man, to do what thou hast in hand with perfect and simple dignity, and a feeling of affection and freedom and justice. These words of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus strike me as pretty good advice, for even the orneriest young scamp.

Your mother mentioned she had a little girl. These are for you, sweetheart. Just a little something, heh heh. He handed me a wrinkled paper bag with a grease spot on it. I hate it when you could hear a person's saliva right in their laugh.

As anxious and limited as that love might have been, it had been love nonetheless.

She shooed away the kiss, a distraction. "Grouchie Gertie," she said, softly. "I'd forgotten that.

Be not dishearten'd -- Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love each other shall become invincible.

I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.

Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.

dash me with amorous wet, i can repay you

I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you. -from To You

The American bards shall be marked for generosity and affection and for encouraging competitors… . The great poets are also to be known by the absence in them of tricks and by the justification of perfect personal candor… . How beautiful is candor! All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

Love, that is day and night – love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.