Quotes About Affection

that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

I like stories,' he said. 'And perhaps I like you as well.

It's you I love," he says. "I've spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

I will lie down,' he says, letting me guide him toward his enormous bed. Once there, he does not let go of my hand. 'If you lie with me.

However secretive his nature, however foolish his reasons for loving his father, I like that he does.

I like you," I tell him. "I like playing pretend with you." "Pretend?" he echoes, as though he's not sure if I'm insulting him. ... "Of course we're pretending! We don't belong together, but it's fun anyway.

É você que eu amo - admite ele - Passei a maior parte da vida protegendo meu coração. Protegi tão bem que me comportava como se não tivesse um. Mesmo agora, é uma coisa mequetrefe, comida de traças e escabrosa. Mas é seu. Você já deve ter percebido. Mas falei, caso não tenha. (pagina 204)

Je moet die kat aaien, joh,' zegt Sam. 'Ze heeft je een presentje gebracht. Ze wil je laten weten hoe geweldig ze is.' 'Je bent een piepkleine moordmachine,' kirt Daneca. 'Wat doet ze?' vraag ik. 'Ze spint!' zegt Daneca. Ze klinkt verrukt. 'Lief poesje. Wie is er hier een ongelooflijke moordmachine? Ja hoor! Dat ben jij! Je bent een vreselijk wrede minileeuw! Ja, echt.

I love you, Liliver. I've loved you from the first hour of our meeting. I love you and despaired. Before I die, I want you to know that

And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them.

I hate being vulnerable. I hate that i throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way i cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that i like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

No one in chains could ever truly love you.

He reaches out and touches my hair, traces the hollow of my cheekbone.

It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours." He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. "You probably guessed as much," he says. "But just in case you didn't.

When you're in love, you can handle almost anything as long as you can spend some time with your loved one.

Sometimes love comes quickly, sometimes more slowly. Real love comes in its own time," she said. It

Love just is. You can fall in love after a minute or a week or a month or years. But once you love, there's no taking it back, at least not if it's a true love." Rereading

I don't think you can keep someone you truly love at arm's length on purpose, they'll always end up in your arms.

The boys at the baths loved me. Of course, they were all drunk and high and would've loved a French poodle barking out "Jingle Bells"!

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and of love.

Marge, you're as pretty as Princess Leia and as smart as Yoda.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.