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“Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“LOVE is made up of a strong affection and patience whiles LUST is made up of a strong affection and impatience. Affection is common to them, but patience is not common.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Let us remember to
always rediscover one another
because we are
forever changing.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“With you, I am. Without you, I am not.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“All I need to do
is place my pen against paper
and your love
writes for me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Love, they said, burns you
and builds you.
But with you,
there’s no ash.
Just light.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I fell in love
and then
I became
love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Let your autobiography contain these words; "I was able to think positively, love affectionately and work efficiently". Thinking, loving and working are what make us different from animals and trees.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“The only path wide for us all is love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“She grazed me like a feather to dazzle away my pain
She gazed at me like a moon to nuzzle me all night
She was the sun that glistened my dreams every day”
― Kshanasurya

“I may not be as affectionate as you expect me to be, I may not know how to react while you express yourself, I may often go silent while you speak, But that doesn't mean I don't care.”
― Sheliza Alli

“Human touch is vital. Without it, we wither. With it, we thrive. And it is good preventive medicine.”
― Steve Goodier, Touching Moments: 60-Second Readings That Touch the Mind and the Heart

“My mother, who hated what she called his Americanisms, ended up calling him Il cauboi—the cowboy. It started as a putdown and soon enough became an endearment, to go along with her other nickname for him, conferred during his first week, when he came down to the dinner table after showering, his glistening hair combed back. La star, she had said, short for la muvi star.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“A person’s unfilled desire to find love causes human beings to engage in inexplicable behavior. A person must exhibit the maturity of the soul to charitable express love for other people before other people will reciprocate by sharing feelings of mutual affection. To be loveable, we must learn how to love.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“DIANA: You never appreciate me, even when I’m being nice!

MARY: It was nice of you to defend me like that, Diana. I did appreciate it, you know. I do appreciate it, even now.

DIANA: Well, you’re my sister. I mean, you’re annoying, and you have a stick up your—Catherine doesn’t want me to say that word anymore—but you’re still my sister.

MRS. POOLE: That may be the most affectionate thing I’ve heard you say, Miss Scamp.

DIANA: Go back to your kitchen, you old (unprintable).”
― Theodora Goss, European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman

“He was always thoughtful and affectionate toward her, and so she was a sweetheart to him.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, A Heart Made of Tissue Paper

“BLACK AND WHITE

Oh Princess of the Sun. Daughter of nature. Love of the trees. Your eyes are with tears but love only flows through its canal

You who defeated death with a kiss and old age was given as a crown. You walk in the streets of fate with hope as a sceptre.

Olawaremilekun, the goodness that expresses grace. Your beauty still marvels the sons of men.

Poem by Victor Vote for Princess Abisoye Oluwaremilekun Atinuadewa
©��2021 by VVF”
― Victor Vote

“I may not be as affectionate as you expect me to be, I may not know how to react while you express yourself, I'm may often go silent while you speak, But that doesn't mean I don't care.”
― Sheliza Alli

“Not now, imp. We have many dull adult things to do.”
― Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne

“You and me against the world, princess.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Games

“My eyes hurt," she said plaintively, as he surveyed the stacks of books they hadn't read yet.
"Then by all means, we will save your eyes for a bit," Peri said, with a chuckle that rumbled inside his chest. He put his head down along his folded forelegs and looked up at her with an amused expression.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"That I've never known anyone it was easier to be- friends with," she said, hesitating a moment over the "friend" part. Because it felt as if their relationship was unfolding into something a great deal warmer than mere friendship.
"It's odd, isn't it?" he responded. "Except for my brother, I've never been as comfortable around any dragon as I am around you. I don't quite know how to fathom it."
"Then let's not," she said instantly, not wanting to spoil anything. "All right?"
He laughed. "One can certainly analyze things until they are no longer enjoyable. I bow to your wisdom. I am just happy to enjoy your company."
She felt warm and tingly in a pleasant sort of way as he looked down at her with those glowing dark-emerald eyes. Feeling greatly daring, she reached out and scratched the soft skin under his chin.
He sighed. "Oh, glory. That feels lovely. Don't stop doing that for the next thirty years or so. Take more time if you need it."
She laughed, but kept scratching.
"I wish there was something I could do for you that felt as good," he said, in a voice rich with content.
"You already are," she said. "You're very comfortable to sit on."
He laughed again, this time with a note of self-mockery. "I shall be sure to add that to my list of virtues. 'Makes a comfortable chair.' I am sure the Great Dragon at the gates of Paradise will find that ample reason to let me in straightaway. And the rest of my clan will surely inscribe it on my memorial wall."
She blinked. "Dragons believe in Paradise?" she said, surprised.
"Of course they do, silly goose," Peri replied, with another affectionate brush on his nose on her shoulder.”
― Mercedes Lackey, One Good Knight

“Emira realized that Briar probably didn’t know how to say good-bye because she’d never had to do it before. But whether she said good-bye or not, Briar was about to become a person who existed without Emira. She’d go to sleepovers with girls she met at school, and she’d have certain words that she’d always forget how to spell. She’d be a person who sometimes said things like, “Seriously?�� or “That’s so funny,�� and she’d ask a friend if this was her water or theirs. Briar would say good-bye in yearbook signatures and through heartbroken tears and through emails and over the phone. But she’d never say good-bye to Emira, which made it seem that Emira would never be completely free from her. For the rest of her life and for zero dollars an hour, Emira would always be Briar’s sitter.”
― Kiley Reid, Such a Fun Age

“You will never be commonplace if you are vigilant in love.”
― Bl. Elizabeth of the Trinity

“Love makes labour light. Love alone gives value to all things.”
― St. Teresa of Avila

“I don't care a whit for Society. I think people should only marry someone who can offer them some bit of affection. I am not so naive that I believe in the sort of romantic love and devotion that Miss Austen touts." Though what August had found with the duke seemed very close to that sort of love, and if she was honest, she actually wouldn't mind very much if she found that for herself. But that was far too complicated a subject to discuss with Lord Leigh, a man she should not be talking to at all, much less going on and on like she was. "But there should be some sort of mutual respect and consideration."
"Affection is important to you." His gaze dropped down to her mouth.
She licked her lips and then pressed them together to stifle the nervous tick. "Affection is important to everyone. People are much happier when they are in family units where they are supported and valued. It has been proven to be true."
He grinned, an attractive dimple forming in his left cheek. "You are a bluestocking like your sister."
"I read for information as well as entertainment if that's what you mean." She was aware of the way her shoulders stiffened and her voice hardened, but seemed to be able to do nothing to control her reaction to him. Bluestocking held all sorts of negative connotations. She knew she wasn't worldly enough to have someone like him return the depth of her attraction, but she wouldn't have him believing her interest in knowledge to be a mark against her.
His grin stayed in place. "That is exactly what I mean, Miss Crenshaw. It is a trait I admire in anyone, especially a woman who courts scandal by the very admission.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“My grandma administering the Heimlich is her at her most affectionate.”
― GLEN NESBITT, BREAK OUT OF HEAVEN

“A genuine show of love is like a light kindled in a dark room. It changes the whole atmosphere.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain

“The mare's ears flicked forward in interest.
"Aren't you lovely?" Elspeth crooned to her. "I'm sorry I didn't think to bring you a treat. That was quite remiss of me."
Plum had stopped by her feet, but now he ventured close to the horse. Elspeth watched. Octavia could hurt the dog should she wish.
The mare merely lowered her head, snuffling curiously at Plum.
Plum licked her nose.
Octavia jerked her head back but then lowered it to blow at the dog and then shake her head as if in horsey laughter.
Plum immediately went into a play bow--- the first that Elspeth had seen him make.
She laughed. "Silly. How do you expect Octavia to play with you? She'd run right over if let loose."
Julian sighed from the stall, and Elspeth glanced over to see him leaning on the pitchfork, watching her. "Octavia has never been as serious as her name," he said. "And she likes dogs."
"Does she?" Elspeth asked in delight.
Plum was now darting forward at the horse's legs, pretending to attack before retreating just as swiftly. Octavia watched bemusedly before stamping her hoof at the next attack, sending the dog into spins of excitement.
Elspeth knit her brow, concerned that the horse would accidentally stomp on the dog, but Julian reassured her. "You needn't worry. Octavia knows to be gentle.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess