Quotes About Affection

When they see us dance. When they see how you look at me. When they see how I smile at you.

Before anything else I was a woman who was capable of passion and who had a great need and a great desire for love.

It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return.

I turn around from the window and for the first time I see him... It is Richard, smiling at my surprise. I run to him, without thinking what I am doing. I run to the first friendly face that I have seen since Christmas, and in a moment I am in his arms and he is holding me tightly and kissing my face, my closed eyes, my smiling mouth, kissing me till I am breathless and have to pull away from him.

For I am in love. For the first time in my life, utterly and completely, I have fallen in love, and I can not believe it myself.

But I want to be loved. I have always been loved. I want my husband to love me with a passion, like in a troubadour tale, like a knight.

Ah, my dear, you are a good wife. You are my beauty. You are my only love.

I want to take you for pleasure, and hold you in my arms for desire. I want you to know that it is your kiss that I want, not another heir to the throne. You can know that I love you, quite for yourself, when I come to your bed

Before God, I love you and cherish you more than anything in the world. Of course I want to marry you. I love you heart and soul.

You are my heart. Even if you are a broken heart

you are my joy. You are worth tens of thousands.

There was a magic: and the name of it was love.

Go with the knowledge that I will think of you every time I lift your boy from his bed, every time I kneel for my prayers, every time I order my horse, every hour of every day.

And all I want to hear are the sweetest words in the world, when he says: "Bed, Wife.

I don't ask for more than a smile and to be in your prayers. I love from afar.

I want to teach him his prayers and his letters and his manners. I want him for my own. Not just because he is motherless, but because I am childless and I want someone to love.

I have to tell you, you have to know: I have loved you honorably as a knight should do his lady, and I have loved you passionately as a man might a woman; and now, before I leave you, I want to tell you that I love you, I love you—

I am happy; I am in his arms, my face crushed against his padded jacket, his arms around me as tight as a bear, so that I cannot breathe. When I look up into his beloved weary face, he kisses me so hard that I close my eyes and think myself a besotted girl again. I catch a breath, and he kisses me some more.

However much I might please Henry, he was still her boy—her lovely indulged spoilt golden boy. He might summon me or any other girl to his room, without disturbing the constant steady affection between them which had sprung from her ability, long ago, to love this man who was more foolish, more selfish, and less of a prince than she was a princess.

No," I said. "I don't think I'll ever have a fancy for a man." "Hard luck on the man who loves you," Will offered neutrally. "Very," I said. I shot a sideways look at him. "A disaster for the man who loves me," I repeated. "If he married me he would find me always cold. If he did not, he could waste his life in loving me and I would never return it.

And now I want love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.

loving a woman and loving his child is enough

we stood for a moment, handclasped in the warm sunshine, and I thought, like a lovesick girl: "This is heaven.

comes with me everywhere. I bend down and quietly put her out of the room. She whines and