Quotes About Affection

He must love somebody.

Because you were loved you'll know how to love. And you will recognise real love for you.

I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

It was everything I had dreamed of, his hands snaking through my hair, my own wrapped around his back, unable to believe I had been given license to touch this boy I had loved for so long, license to hold him, to slip my tongue in his mouth, listen to him sigh with pleasure.

But he had already planned. Already planned the holiday. The proposal. Even the ring.............., he loved her, but he wasn't sure that love was enough.

Both trying to suppress the knowledge that hugs like this mean only one thing. GOODBYE.

But maybe love doesn't have to be about lust, maybe I could learn to love, maybe.

If Meredith tries contradicting him, he laughs indulgently and pets her, stroking her arm or cheek as if she is a mischievous cat.

I love you, my mom says. I love you, my dad says. And all I say back is, I love you. Because there isn't a fancy-or better- way of saying that.

Bonsoir, chérie

Because I can't help loving you, your wild, inaccurate emotions, your bizarre innocence, your angry sense of responsibility, your wrong-headed wit, your cockeyed joy, your cowboy boots, your absolutely magnificent body, your incredible eyes. I can't help it. I don't know how anyone could.

Who you are shapes how you are loved.

It was one of life's treats, wasn't it, paying a visit to your past, swinging like a ball on a string away from the person you loved, always knowing that the string must pull you back, and you would be oh so glad to get there.

If you love a waist, you waste a love.

You see, my dear ice witch, I have had the love of children from all over the world because of my stories. A child's love is the perfect love, for it is given with a whole heart. That love will outlast me a hundredfold. And it will outlast you as well.

Dulcibus est verbis mollis alendus amor which means By soft words must love be fostered

Cupcake , you've been breaking my heart for as long as I've known you

Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car? I nodded. I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying? Yes, Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. I love you anyway. There's all kinds of love, I said. Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. This is the kind that doesn't call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy. That's not love, I told him. That's lust.

About that proposal, cupcake... Morelli

Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing. "It's not funny," I said. "Babe, I haven't got a lot of funny in my life. Let me enjoy the moment.

I'd kiss you, but you smell like a gym bag.

Ranger slung an arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the top of my head. "Someday I need to talk to you about car care." "I know about car care. I kept a case of motor oil in the back." "That's my girl.

He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear.

He pulled me toward him, lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me. The kiss was slow and deep. His hands were firm on my back. I grasped his shirt and leaned into him. And I felt his body respond.