Quotes About Affection

This whole exchange is better when two people do it. it's called 'kissing'. It's when your lips speak what your heart feels. Or have you forgotten how? I laughed. I might have. It's been a long time.

The only true language in the world is a kiss... When the pleasure is simple and complete... in the offering.

And I remember that moment, when I knew. That you'd broken loose in me the stuff that only love breaks loose.

Este es el amor con las piernas." She then translated without being asked. "'This is love with legs.' My father used to say that you can tell someone you love them until you're blue in the face, but until they see that walked out, they have no idea what it means. Hence, 'love with legs.

There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved

The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.

You are a pearl of great price to me, but there are times when you are an almighty trial to those who love you.

A beep on the nose is a sign of great affection

Python is much more like a dog, loving you unconditionally, having a few key words that it understands, looking you with a sweet look on its face (>>>), and waiting for you to say something it understands. When Python says "SyntaxError: invalid syntax", it is simply wagging its tail and saying, "You seemed to say something but I just don't understand what you meant, but please keep talking to me (>>>).

Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doctor's spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel And lap me in delight.

The point is I don't love your wife. I love your daughter, sir.

Dearest, I don't like you a bit," Anthony interrupted again. "I think you're a very detestable, selfish pig and prig. But I'm often wildly in love with you, and so I see you're not. But I'm sure your only chance of salvation is to marry me.

Why isn't one taught how to be loved? Why isn't one taught anything?

All of her heart, a meaningless phrase, but correct and precise, too. She used her heart to love him, not her head, and not her words and not her thoughts or ideas or feelings or any other vehicle or object or device people use to deliver love or love-like things.

She whispers to you: Let me do the talking. You nod, unsure why you're going along with her, oh yeah, you are probably in love with her already, that's why.

Ed is just this weird ontological entity that produces unconditional slobbery loyal affection. Superfluous. Gratuitous. He must violate some kind of conservation law. Something from nothing: all of this saliva. And, I guess, love. Love from the abandoned heart of a nonexistent dog.

Also, your operating system? You should be nicer to her. You love her, right? But you're just kind of mean to her. You should tell her. You should tell her while you have the chance.

Ed is just this weird ontological entity that produces unconditional slobbery loyal affection.

Yeah, good to see you too. Her hand stays on the gun. "Did I say it was good to see you, Joe? "No, but I always try to read between the lines. Figured you going for your gun was how you express affection these days.

You are what you love, not what loves you.

We are what we love, not what loves us.

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.