Quotes About Endearment

You really do have some pretty fancy words lately. Yeah. He put the mistletoe in his pocket and pulled her in closer. And here's three more.....I love you.

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.

No word makes me happier than the word "daddy" when it's directed to me.

Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.

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

Mon pauvre petit chou, you say, fanning her with a banana leaf. My poor little cabbage.

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. And, Sassenach, he whispered, your face is my heart.

Sassenach. He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

All the names I've called you through the years—my chick, my pumpkin, precious dove, darling, sweetheart, dinky, smudge Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.

I am a sassenach, after all," I said, seeing it. He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile. "Aye, mo duinne. But you're my sassenach.

And, Sassenach, he whispered, your face is my heart.

Don't cry, Sassenach, he said, so softly I could barely hear him.

I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you.

To the last drop of my blood, mo duinne." "Mo duinne" I asked, a little disturbed by the intensity of this speech. (…) "It means 'my brown one.' " He raised a lock of hair to his lips and smiled, with a look in his eyes that started all the drops of my own blood chasing each other through my veins. "Mo duinne," he repeated, softly. "I have been longing to say that to you.

Tha gràdh agam ort, mo chridhe

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you

I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you. And

If you look at 1983, the film of the year was 'Terms of Endearment.' 'Scarface' was lumped in under the gratuitously violent banner. I mean, we knew it was violent, that it depicted a violent time and place. But it wasn't the end-all of the thing.

You - my life - my All - farewell. Oh, go on loving me - never doubt the faithfullest heart Of your beloved L Ever thine Ever mine Ever ours.

She was his potchke, his fleutchke, his notchke, his motchke, his everything that the speech of St. Botolphs left unexpressed. She was his little, little squirrel.

You are like salt in my food, sugar in my tea, water in my soup, music in my party and sometimes also like the red ants on the floor! But I love you. Happy Birthday.

The flowers will die, the sun will set, but you are someone I'll never forget. Your name's too precious, it will never grow old, it's engraved in my heart with letters of gold.

Creating nickname for your crush, that only you and your friends know.

I like you a lottle, it's like a little, except a lot