Quotes About Affection

I am mad about my wife.

Yes, my heart is in Madrid.

Yes, I'm mama's girl and she's my world.

I'm like a mama's boy and stuff.

I'm a mama's boy.

I'm an amazing mama's boy.

I was a mama's boy.

I adore my girls and I'm so proud of them. So proud to be their mama.

I love Manchester. I really do. It's a lovely city, lovely people, and I really enjoyed it there.

I love Manchester. I like being here, and certainly I see myself being here for a good while yet.

I love Marie Osmond. Marie Osmond is really cool.

I love Mark Buehrle. He's just a fun guy.

Then kiss me, Claire he whispered. And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret. I couldn't answer, but kissed him, first his hand, it's crooked fingers, warm and firm, and the brawny wrist of a sword-wielder, and then his mouth, heaven and promise and anguish all mingled, and the salt of tears in the taste of him.

It seemed such a short time ago that Erin had come running toward him, laughing, her black hair like silk around an elfin face. And he'd melted inside just at the sight of her, gone breathless like a boy with his first real date. It still felt like that, despite her scars, her limp. In his heart, he carried a portrait of her that would withstand all the long, aging years, that would leave her young and unscarred for as long as he lived.

He groaned her name as he bent, his mouth so tender, so exquisitely gentle with hers that tears ran hotly down her cheeks. He was the world, and everything in it. She loved him so.

Like a white-haired whirlwind, Janet embraced the younger, taller woman with a deep sigh.

Then there you are, then. The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he's really in love, and not before. Michael to Sophie about wether or not Howl is really in love with Lettie. pg, 170

Howl's very fickle," said Calcifer. "He's only interested until the girl falls in love with him. Then he can't be bothered with her.

I like you, too! she blubbered at the top of her voice. I do, I do. You're a lovely Goon. You're my favourite Goon in all the world!

Seeing Seb's jeering face, it came to her that Seb had always loved her the way most people bear a grudge.

How do you retain a spirit of affection and humor in a crazed, homicidal, unpredictable society?

Much more. We're joined at the heart. Bad luck for you, I'm afraid. My ticker's pretty wonky. Too much boozing. His eyes twinkled, and he drew me close. Not enough kissling.

Sometimes it was hard to express how much you loved someone. You said the words, but you could never quite capture the depth of it. You could never quite hold someone tightly enough.

So they became friends, the way old married couples often do, and enjoyed the tender loyalty that awaits the lucky on the other side of passion, without ever living the passion itself.