Quotes About Endearment

I love thee like puddings; if thou wert pie I'd eat thee.

Of course I know who you are. You're my girl. I love you.

I love you too much to say goodbye.

I love you, Anya," he said. "You are my soul.

I'm not saying it because I'm sweet. I'm saying it because I love you now and I always have. More than you can imagine.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

Be brave, Beatrice. I love you.

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

I love who you are, yesterday, now, tomorrow, always.

Distance sometimes endears friendships, and sweetens it - for separation from those we love shows us, by the loss, their real value and dearness to us.

You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen

Listen, you only tease the ones you love.

In the dictionary, beautiful, love, amazing, and sweet all have the same definition: the definition is you.

Great to know that I'm in love with a girl with a cool name." "It's Taylor's middle name.

She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Per me, ciccino mio

My dearest Mina, Oceans of love and millions of kisses

Don't cry,nyonda," he murmured. Phillipa took a deep breath. "What does that mean, anyway? Nyonda?" His green gaze held hers. "It's Swahili. It means 'beloved.'" A small smile touched his mouth, and he brushed her cheek again. "You do know I love you, Phillipa. To an alarming degree.

one lives convinced his friends are there, that contact does exist, that agreements or disagreements are profound and lasting. How we all hate each other, without being aware that endearment is the current form of that hatred, and how the reason behind profound hatred is this excentration, the unbridgeable space between me and you, between this and that. All endearment is an ontological clawing, yes, an attempt to seize the unseizable...

Hijo, you're the most buenmoso

I can say this, now that my own beloved and irreplaceable parents are gone: George and Barbara Bush are parents anyone would kill to have.

My mother still calls me Jim and that is about it. Everyone else calls me Lee. My wife calls me whatever.

I used to call her, in my stupidity — for want of anything better — a dove