Affection Quotes
Do you know, I think that of all your idiosyncrasies that choke you give, when you are determined not to laugh, is the one that most enchants me.
I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)
He seems like a man who knows what he wants, and the problem is he wants what I want.
I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard of course she could not love me at all.
What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.
That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.
But what doesn’t die is the love we give to others. There is no end to that.
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender.
A father knows his child's heart, as only a child can know his fathers.
Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.
Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.
I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.
I don't want to have to earn love by giving up my ability to make decisions that determine how I live.
The act of loving is an act of self-evolution even when the purpose of the act is someone else's growth.
I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.
And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.
But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.
I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.
Oh, if only I could hurt with such misery once again, to feel the powers of love here inside my heart, the joys of heaven and the pains of hell!
Just remember, you never know what's possible until you risk finding out.
How do I get past my fears? Make a life for myself? Risk loving someone? When death is all that waits for you, what's the point in trying to have a life?
You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them - and, that way she missed love.
There are always two figures in a marriage, two votes, two conflicting sets of decisions, desires and limitations.
I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress.
Afford every soul you encounter the wide and free passage they need to give birth to the dear expressions they feel are important.
He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.
They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.
Sadness doesn't equal weakness, sweetheart. If anything, it shows the love you have inside of you, and nothing stronger in this world exists.
Was there some basic flaw in her makeup that made her keep falling in love with this man who couldn’t love her back?
I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.
What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.
Even that. What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love?
The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.
And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy’s floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it.” (Charles)
Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love.
Even though you're not by me side, Night, you will forever be my first man, my Zettai Kareshi
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.
Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.