Terms Of Endearment Love Quotes

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding." “Why are they all high-calorie foods?

Baby? I am not a baby.” “No, I know. It’s…a term of endearment. It’s like ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’. It just means I love you.” “If you say so, but it is strange, to call the woman you love as a baby. But then, Americans are strange.

She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

HEDYLOGOS - the spirit of the language of love and terms of endearment, who now, one assumes, looks over Valentines cards, love-letters and romantic fiction.

Love you, Snickers. He's nicknamed me after his favorite candy, a term of endearment. Love you, too, Dad.

MTV will lead us to believe that the B word has become a term of endearment or slang among equals, but I still mainly think of it as the insult of choice for the inarticulate.

Mi estrella.” 2 My heart bursts at the term of endearment.

Sunrise to sunset, that’s life, my darling.” I loved the way he said that, my darling. I liked it more because he rarely uses the expression as a term of endearment for Dick, he had terms of his own, this was mine and it made me level in some way.

Joanna, what does mo ghra mean?" Joanna smiled. "It's a term of affection- an endearment. It means 'my love'." Rosalin felt her heart rise up high in her chest and lock in her throat, cutting off her breath. My love. Not "my beautiful one." The sneaky devil! He'd lied to her! Lied! And she'd never been more happy in her life.

For I had begun to understand that to be a witness, in the sense in which I am using the term, means, ultimately, just one thing. It means that a man is prepared to destroy himself, if necessary, to make his witness. A man does not wish to destroy himself. To the full degree in which he is strongest, that is to say, to the full degree of the force that makes it possible for him to bear witness at all, he desires not to destroy himself. To the degree that he is most human, that is to say, most weak, he shrinks from destroying himself. But to the degree that what he truly is and what he stands for are one, he must at some point tacitly consent in his own mind to destroy himself if that is necessary. And, in part, that tacit consent is a simple necessity of the struggle. It is the witness’ margin of maneuver. In no other way can he strip his soul of that dragging humanity, that impeding love of life and its endearments which must otherwise entangle him at every step and distract him at last to failure. This is the point at which the witness is always most alone.

But were the words his own, or were they an option offered him by his phone? He never called her “love” and was generally meticulous with commas and periods. Then again, he could have been in a rush, which would explain the poor punctuation and the uncharacteristic term of endearment, shorthand for tenderness he didn’t have time to express. But Jem’s phone knew that the occasional dropped piece of punctuation was typical of his texting tendencies at times, the error evidence of authenticity, and so the phone might reproduce the error, in order to reproduce the authenticity.

We need you to show Jeevan how to break through firewalls. You don’t have to do any of the breaking; you just need to show him.” “Jeevan knows how to defeat firewalls—he did it all the time at the Graveyard. If he’s not doing it, it’s because he doesn’t want to but he’s afraid to tell the Stork Lord.” “The Stork Lord—is that what the media’s calling him now? “No. It’s my own term of endearment,” Hayden admits. “But if they did start calling him that, I’m sure Starkey would love it. I’ll bet he’d build himself an altar so that the common folk may worship in song and sacrifice. Which reminds me—I’ve been toying with the idea of an appropriate Stork Lord salute. It’s like a heil Hitler thing, but with just the middle finger. Like so.” He demonstrates, and it makes Bam laugh.

Chemistry From the middle Dutch boele, which means lover, bully was a term of endearment in the sixteenth century, which meant that a feudal lord could take the hand of his love under the apple trees in spring and exclaim: my bully, feeling adrenaline flood his body as his heart rate tripled and his palms began to release water mixed with urea, ammonia, salt. Essentially, he could feel what I felt over four centuries later when Ian Starkey called me a fag. I was fourteen, and the next day he kicked me twice, spat in my face, took my glasses and wouldn't give them back. And the whole time sweat glands were developing in our armpits and genitals, and our adrenals were releasing corticosteroids, and something about testosterone was why, though I hated him, I kept imagining him with his shirt off. True, Ian Starkey knew how to hurt me, but I doubt he knew why he was doing it or that we feel pain when neurons in the brain convert an electrical signal to a chemical signal and back again, which is also what allows us to feel a kiss or my brain to take strange comfort imagining all the boys of the world leaning into the strong arms of their tormentors in spring under the apple blossoms, saying I forgive you, saying: I can never forgive you, saying, my enemy, my bully, my love.

Eshgham, a term of endearment meaning my love

I was going to wait for a special occasion, but I don’t want to wait. I want to put a ring on her as soon as possible. I want her to be mine. All mine. Her eyes go wide when I show her the box. “I can’t quite go down onto one knee,” I say in apology. Her eyes fill with tears, and I stuff the box back down in the cushions. “We can do this another time,” I say. “Are you kidding?” she asks. She takes my shirt in her fists and jerks me toward her. “Ask me. Ask me. Please ask me.” She’s in my face, and I’ve never been more in love with her than I am right now. But she sits back, looks at me sheepishly, and says, “If you want to ask me, that is. You don’t have to ask me if you don’t want to.” I wrap my arm around her head and give her a noogie. “I don’t just want to. I have to.” She looks up at me, her thoughts in as much turmoil as her hair. “I can’t live without you, dummy,” I try to explain. She grins at the term of endearment. There was a time that a word like that would have shredded her; now it’s just a word. A funny one, too, because she’s the opposite of dumb. “I love you,” she says. She kisses me, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, the gentle touch of it against mine making me go rock hard immediately. “Get the box back out,” she says. I can feel her grin against my lips when she goes back to kissing me. “What box?” I ask. “The ring. Ask me. I promise I’ll say yes.” “You’re so easy,” I tease. She wasn’t always easy. It was damn hard loving her in the beginning, but I couldn’t avoid it. She’s like a piece of me that was missing all my life. I can’t imagine a day without her. I reach into the cushions and pick up the box. My heart is thumping in my chest like a roofer’s hammer, even though she just told me she was going to accept. I open the box, and it creaks on its hinges. “Will you marry me?” I ask. She takes the box and sits back, an open-mouth grin on her face. It’s a mixture of awe and happiness. “I used to look at this when I was little. My dad said my rich husband would get me a big, fat rock and we’d live happily ever after. But all I ever wanted was this ring and a husband who loved me.” I tip her face up to mine with a crooked finger under her chin. “I love you.” I scrunch my eyebrows together. “Did you forget to say yes?” “I didn’t forget,” she tosses back at me. She sets the box on the table and gets up. “I just haven’t said yes, yet.” She points toward the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink? I’m thirsty.” She gets up like she’s going to walk away, but I grab her shirt in my fist and pull her back down. I pick up the box, take the ring out of it, and hold it up. “Marry me, Em,” I plead. “If you say yes, we can have lots of crazy sex and live happily ever after.” I want to laugh, but I can’t. It’s not really funny. “Marry me, Em,” I repeat. “Please.” She smacks me on the forehead with palm of her hand, and I’m momentarily stunned. “Of course I’ll marry you,” she says. She lets me slide the ring onto her finger. “I couldn’t make it easy for you, dummy,” she says. She settles into my side and nuzzles into that spot that’s all hers. There are no secrets between us. Not anymore. And it feels so fucking good.

Whether you are married or have lived with someone for a time, look upon that person and know that, as much as you may love that individual, he or she is not your "better half." Yes, this popular term of this endearment can be a warm, comforting notion that speaks to intimacy and trust. but these people you care about so deeply aren't "half" of you at all. They do not fill in your blanks. You have no blanks. You are whole within yourself.

Michaels writhed and twisted underneath Judge’s weight. He let him soothe him a few more moments before he unclenched his ass and breathed in deep. This time Judge didn’t ram his way back in, he took his time and eased back through his channel, and Michaels felt every ridge and vein in his cock. “Is that better?” Judged breathed. “Was that too much dick for you before?” Oh, man. The terms of endearment, the sweet nasty talk. What was going on? It felt intimate as hell. Loving, even. Judge’s pace was slow and sensual. They were connected all over, so close he could feel Judge’s powerful heartbeat. “S’good, s’good,” Judge murmured in his ear. One big arm around his chest, his thumb tenderly stroking Michaels’ nipple. “Yeah, babe. It’s good.” Michaels turned and whispered against Judge’s cheek. Loving the way he turned into the touch, just a little. It wasn’t a kiss but they were getting closer and closer. Neither one of them said anymore. Only moans and whimpers could be heard as they gave each other what they both needed. Judge sensed that Michaels’ body wasn’t wanting fast and punishing. He needed relaxing and reassuring, and that’s exactly what Judge gave him. Until the sun came up and reminded them they were there to do a job and split… not fall in love.

Baby is a term of endearment.  It’s what you called me when you loved me.  Every time you say it now, it rips another piece of my heart out and quite frankly, I don’t have very many pieces left.” “I still love you Melody.” My head jerked up and I burned his baby blues with my own. “So you say, but it didn’t stop you from walking out, did it?  Pardon me for saying this, but I thought that you’d learned how to love someone from watching your parents.  I can’t imagine either of them walking out on the other for any reason.  Those two are rock solid Anton.

Night, love.” Yeah, let’s just pretend that little term of endearment doesn’t do funny things to my insides.

Finally, never call her by her name alone, but with terms of endearment, honor, and love. If you honor her, she won’t need honor from others; she won’t desire praise from others if she enjoys the praise that comes from you.

It is well to learn the ethnic backgrounds of your parents, to love and cherish the ancient folklore. But never, never forget, you are an American first. And millions of Americans before you have fought for your freedom. The Nation holds all the terms of our endearment. Support, defend and honor those whose duty it is to keep it safe.

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There are the usual terms of endearment, all perfectly acceptable in casual conversation between cooks: motherfucker (a compliment), cocksucker, sunofbeech, dipshit, scumbag, scum-sucker, dumb-fuck, rat-bastard, slackjaw, idiota, bruto, animale, asesino, mentiroso, whining little bed-wetter, turd, tortuga, strunze, salaud, salaupard, chocha podrida, pendejo, silly cunt, seso de polio, spazz, goofball, bucket-head, chucha, papi-chulo, sweet-cheeks, cupcakes, love-chunks, culero, shit-stain, cum-gargler, and so on.

His free hand strokes my cheek so gently and lovingly, I think I’m going to melt. “You can do this, Solnyshko.” No. Nope. I must be dreaming or else…or else…Captain Kirill just called me his sun. A term of endearment that’s only used between lovers.

How'd you get a name like Cinderella?" "My birth name is Ella, after my mother, Gabrielle. But no one's called me that for years." "I like Cinderella," Louisa declared. "I don't understand the 'Cinder' in front of Ella, but it's different, I'll say." "I used to curl up by the fire in the kitchen waiting for my papa to come home from his travels," Cinderella explained. "Sometimes I'd fall asleep and have soot all over my clothes. One time he cleaned it off, and ever since he called me Cinderella." "Cinderella" had been her father's term of endearment for her. Only after he died did her stepmother and stepsisters use her name as a way of mocking her.

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My term of endearment has her cheeks flushing with a pink blush, driving me crazy. Fuck, I love that she’s shy with me sometimes.