Quotes About Affection

Love, and love alone, is capable of giving you a happier life.

Every woman deserves a man who writes poems on her body with his lips. And every man deserves a woman who craves his touch.

Don't ever think I feel for you, or feel over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.

The first kiss is stolen by the man; the last is begged by the woman.

O but stay tender, enchanted

I]t is not by being richer or more powerful that a man becomes better; one is a matter of fortune, the other of virtue. Nor should she deem herself other than venal who weds a rich man rather than a poor, and desires more things in her husband than himself. Assuredly, whomsoever this concupiscence leads into marriage deserves payment rather than affection.

Make haste to Love.

I love you more than I love anybody

Haven't told you in a while, but you're the reason for it all. You're a vital complication I never seem to resolve.

She alone would do a mad and wonderful thing like that, ringing me up. No one else ever did things like that for me. I always had had to do the ringing up and the asking, and going to people's rooms, always I was the one to ask for love.

Love cannot be measured by its duration...

For say what you will of lovers there's nothing so flattering to female vanity as the praise of a husband, because it is universally considered a more difficult matter to retain affection than to win it.

When he raised his head to look at her, she smiled at him. "Ye purred," she said, "just like a big tomcat." She laughed softly at the way he scowled at her despite the laughter brightening his eyes. "It wasnae a purr," he said. "It was a verra monly growl." Bridget

a mon's real wealth isnae measured in lands, coin, or fighting men, but in the giving and receiving of a true and lasting love.

Are ye weel, sweetling?" He asked as he slipped his hand beneath her chin and turned her face up to his. "Are ye hurt?" "I am weel and I am unhurt," she reassured him. He rested his forehead against hers. "Are ye sure, lass?" he whispered. "Verra sure," she whispered back.

When he eased, then finally broke that kiss, he then pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, each eye, and finally her forehead. To Eva, it felt almost like a blessing given by the pope and in a way it was, Connall was blessing her with his love. "Right!

Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.

I experienced the happiest moment of my life when you took me in your arms as your wife and pressed me to your heart; when I even think of that moment my heart beats madly and I have a terrible longing for you, and I think I would hug you to death if I had you here now.

Then they kissed each other, and the young girl wept, and gave him a rose but before she gave it to him she pressed a kiss upon it, a kiss so tender and impassioned that the rose spread its petals.

There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind us much debris of cast-off and everyday clothing.

Could I ever have loved you, had I not known you better than you know yourself?