Quotes About Affection

On the one hand, we expect them to do things they're developmentally not ready to do, and to be tough 'little men' when they're really just little boys who need goodbye hugs and affection. On the other hand, when they behave in cruel and thoughtless ways, we say, 'Oh, boys will be boys.' We let them off the hook over issues of respect and consideration for others.

Terry gets annoyed when I describe his mother as cold. She isn't cold, he insists, just a little standoffish, and not so gabby as certain members of my family. While Terry's mom doesn't believe in asking intrusive questions, like "How are you?", she's still a warm and loving mom; just quiet and undemonstrative.

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.

I love you more than piranhas love chicken wings.

I'm going to kiss you . . . everywhere. I'm going to kiss you until you swoon with pleasure, until you melt like sugar beneath my lips, until you cry out my name in the throes of passion. I am in love with you, Pirate Queen, whether or not you believe in the notion.

A few feet away, Gareth gazed down at the child cradled in his arm, kissed her forehead, and tenderly brushed aside a lock of pale blonde hair.

They sat together for a long moment; then, eventually, he let his leg swing over and purposely bump hers. She looked up at him, and found him smiling down at her, his eyes full of teading confidence, and in that moment she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, anything, in the entire span of her life.

His gaze was darkening now with something deep and gentle, and Juliet knew, as women throughout time have always known, that he was in love with her. The knowledge both thrilled and scared her.

Now Maeve, sweetheart, do not be difficult," he chided, tipping the glass, still holding her jaw so she couldn't turn away, and watching her like a hawk to make sure she drank. "I dosed it with plenty of sugar. You'll find it sweet and tangy, just like you.

He reached up, caught her hand, pressed it to his lips, and on a resigned breath, murmured, "Emma, dear, sweet, Emma . . . what would I do without you?" "You'd get on just fine," she joked, "for you are Nelson. Now be still—we 'ave much to do before Sir Graham and 'is bride-to-be arrive!

He knelt down before her, and put his fingertips beneath her chin, lifting her head so that she had no choice but to look up at him. "I love you, Maeve," he murmured. "Nothing can change that. I love you, and I would like you to be my wife.

I didn't do anything wrong, Gray. I merely saved your life, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. Her throat tightened and she blinked back sudden tears. I'd do it again in a heartbeat because, dammit, I love you.

After making love to Juliet well into the wee hours, it was no wonder that Gareth's eyes felt like lead when he opened them the following morning. Even so, as he gazed lovingly at his sleeping wife, he wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms, bury his face in her silky, unbound hair, and cuddle away the morning. The afternoon. The whole day. If

I wish to marry you, Maeve, because I'm an honorable man. I wish to marry you because you are everything I ever wanted in a woman. It has nothing to do with ownership, I wish to marry you because, dammit, I love you!

Well," he murmured, watching her with a clever, knowing smile, "Given that ye didn't hit me this time, I'm thinkin' ye must have liked that." "I'd be a liar if I claimed otherwise.

Ready, love? No, don't even try to stand up, I won't allow it. Has anyone ever told you how lovely you look in braids? So innocent and sweet; no, don't scowl, it doesn't become you at all! Up we go!" "Got her, Sir Graham?" "Of course I have her, you fool," the admiral said, but good-naturedly. Above Maeve's head, he shot the surgeon a wink, then kicked the door open with his foot.

Breathe, sweetheart." A warm palm cupped her cheek, lips touched her brow. Gray.

Ah, dearest, we must set a date," he said, into her hair. "A very early date, given your delicate condition.

And Amy, smiling up at him, felt everything inside of her begin to melt as she gazed up into that clear, quietly observing stare. He had the warmest eyes. The warmest smile. The warmest hands. And, toward everyone but himself, the very warmest heart. The Beloved One, indeed. The power of her love for him nearly brought her to tears. She

The friendship was never repaired, of course, but, then, how could it be? The two men had met in the nineteen-seventies and had seen each other only twice in the intervening years. The mutual affection they felt was an almost entirely theoretical construct, based on memories of long ago shared experiences- not unlike what I felt toward my brother by then, I suppose. Part fading recollections, part faith.

approaches every relationship. He fills their cups." When Popovich wants to connect with a player, he moves in tight enough that their noses nearly touch; it's almost like a challenge—an intimacy contest. As warm-ups continue, he keeps roving, connecting. A former player walks up, and Popovich beams, his face lighting up in a toothy grin. They talk for five minutes, catching up on life, kids, and teammates. "Love you, brother," Popovich says as they part.

Smiling, Jake stood up and pulled Liz closer. He kissed her deeply

Research clearly tells us that being in a loving, healthy, affectionate relationship helps you be happier, live longer, have a better body, and even help to protect you from depression and memory problems.

Early on, I loved ''my grandson''. After six months, I loved you. And I think something similar happened with your love for me.