Quotes About Affection

It's like, it's kind of like if you ever had a car and it was a bit of a clunker but you love it, that's my show. It's a bit of a clunker but I know where everything is and I like it.

Tell her how much you love her; everything after that is small talk.

We must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.

She had been waiting for him, every day pouring cupfuls of water into the pots that held his plants, turning them in the sunlight, taking care of them because she thought it was a way of taking care of him.

No existe ningún hombre en el mundo que merezca que un corazón de mujer se destroce por él. Un hombre, aun cuando se cree enamorado apasionadamente, encontrará siempre alguna otra mujer para consolarse.

Now those are lethal weapons." He stroked her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. "My heart stops every time you kiss me.

We're peanut butter and jelly-quote by Curtis Lassiter to describe his incredibly close bond with daughter Renowned Global Activist Greshun De Bouse, and to describe how neither was good without the other. #curtislassiter #activistdebouse

Could live with you in solitude and need no one else. Give me your love.

Luke caught Mina's chin in his left hand and turned her face toward him. 'Guess what, sweetheart?' 'What?' He grinned. 'I'm keeping you.

Love, the only way I'd ever leave you…you'd have to tell me to leave. Cause otherwise, I'd count myself lucky to be at your side.

He smiled at her. "You make me happy." As few things in this world ever had.

Elijah's hand lifted, and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered at her cheek. A shiver slid over her. "Are you cold?" Not even a little bit.

Because I do love you, and I'd like to spend the rest of my life making you happy." Her

Never judge someone by who he's in love with judge him by his friends. People fall in love with the most appalling people. Take a cool, appraising glance at his pals.

Once again John and I kissed good-bye.

Mina wanted some of the kind of love Momma gave to her children, where love was the first and deepest thing, and the questions came later and the answers wouldn't matter much measured up against the love.

Mina wanted some of the kind of love Momma gave to her children, wheere love was the first and deepest thing, and the questions came later and the answers wouldn't matter much measured up against the love.

I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right. It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy.

He's too tired to squirm clear of her, which is good 'cause pinching and kissing and hugging will calm an Italian mother-person better than anything.

It was an eye-opener to Charlotte that she could love somebody in this mad way with a wild sweet tenerness that made everything he touched precious to her.

had always admired her tremendously but now, quite suddenly, I saw her in a different light: small and pathetic and lonely. She had chosen loneliness because she hated 'getting involved emotionally'. She was afraid of getting hurt. Freedom was what she wanted but it seemed to me a poor substitute for affection. I thought of all she had told me about the pearls; she couldn't wear them; she didn't want to sell them; she hated to shut them up in prison. I

They had finished their meal. Anne rose to fetch the coffee and as she passed his chair she bent over and kissed him lightly on the forehead. It was a butterfly caress and exactly expressed the relationship between them, which was almost that of father and daughter, but not quite. Fathers and daughters have always known each other and take their affection for granted as a natural thing, but these two had found each other and were grateful.

but she told Aunt Bella everything else, and Aunt Bella listened enthralled. She nodded and sighed and asked the right questions in the right places, for she was a romantically minded woman for all her bustling, practical common sense. "Well,

He never wants to know things about me," continued Beryl. " He always wants to tell me about himself." " Yes, he is rather like that, but he's very fond of you." She nodded. " I know—but what's the good? " " What's the good? " I echoed in surprise. " He'll never be anything. He'll never make any money. A man like that isn't any good to a girl." I was dumb with amazement.