Quotes About Affection

He did not care, he was besotted with his pregnant queen, he dropped like a boy to kneel beside her, to put his hands on her great round belly and look up into her face.

His little gestures of affection, his hand in the small of her aching back, her head brushing his shoulder. When she was with child, she used to cling to him for comfort, and he was always tender with her.

I look up into his face and catch a glimpse of an emotion I never expected to see. His hazel eyes are warm, his mouth is tender. He looks like a man in love.

quando se reconhece que o amado é tudo menos perfeito, tal constitui um verdadeiro teste ao amor.

We fell asleep wrapped in each other as if we could not bear to part, even in sleep we could not bear to let each other go.

Richard made me his wife in the eyes of God; he makes me his queen before all the world. I need wonder no more if he loves me. He has given me his ring in private and the crown in public.

Aye, we all know your fondness for apples, brother.

Last of all, I take the lard bread from my pocket and feed it to Shiloh in little pieces, letting him lick my fingers after every bite. I wrap my arms around him, pat him, run my hands over his ears, even kiss his nose. I tell him about a million times I love him as much as I love my ma. The

How's my wittle Shiloh-biloh-wiloh?

There is no love; there are only proofs of love.

Soon his tears abated, but she continued to hold him, much as she had held his successor. There were times when men of any age needed the special favor of a woman's embrace. It was too bad that people of either sex tended to confuse this with sex.

Mira, I wanna tell you something. I ain't got time to tell you what I should've when I had time, but I dig you a whole lot. Deeg you? she asked, puzzled. I explained to her what it meant and told her that I would write it to her in Spanish and say it like it was.

You're my star, a stargazer too, and I wish that I were heaven, with a billion eyes to look at you.

if a man can be properly said to love something, it must be clear that he feels affection for it as a whole, and does not love part of it to the exclusion of the rest.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Then the lover, who is true and no counterfeit, must of necessity be loved by his love.

Yet whenever someone comes upon his very own half then they are wondrously struck with affection and intimacy and love, and are practically unwilling to be separated from one another even for a short time. And it is they who stay together for life, and who wouldn't be able to say what they want to get for themselves from one another.

the makers of fortunes have a second love of money as a creation of their own, resembling the affection of authors for their own poems, or of parents for their children, besides that natural love of it for the sake of use and profit which is common to them and all men. And hence they are very bad company, for they can talk about nothing but the praises of wealth.

True love is admiration

those who have inherited their fortunes than of those who have acquired them; the makers of fortunes have a second love of money as a creation of their own, resembling the affection of authors for their own poems, or of parents for their children

The first of the two loves has a noble purpose, and delights only in the intelligent nature of man, and is faithful to the end, and has no shadow of wantonness or lust. The second is the coarser kind of love, which is a love of the body rather than of the soul, and is of women and boys as well as of men.

Necesariamente aquel cuyo imperio es el deseo, y el placer su esclavitud, hará que el amado le proporcione el mayor gozo. A un enfermo le gusta todo lo que no le contraría; pero le es desagradable lo que es igual o superior a él. El que ama, pues, no soportará de buen grado que su amado le sea mejor o igual, sino que se esforzará siempre en que le sea inferior o más débil.

I dare say that you remember, and therefore I need not remind you, that a lover, if he is worthy of the name, ought to show his love, not to some one part of that which he loves, but to the whole.

I am an apple, and one who loves you tossed me before you. O yield to him, dear Xanthippe! Both you and I decay.