Endearments Quotes

“You may plainly perceive the traitor through his mask; he is well known every-where in his true colors; his rolling eyes and his honeyed tones impose only on those who do not know him. People are aware that this low-bred fellow, who deserves to be pilloried, has, by the dirtiest jobs, made his way in the world; and that the splendid position he has acquired makes merit repine and virtue blush. Yet whatever dishonourable epithets may be launched against him everywhere, nobody defends his wretched honour. Call him a rogue, an infamous wretch, a confounded scoundrel if you like, all the world will say “yea, ” and no one contradicts you. But for all that, his bowing and scraping are welcome everywhere; he is received, smiled upon, and wriggles himself into all kinds of society; and, if any appointment is to be secured by intriguing, he will carry the day over a man of the greatest worth. Zounds! these are mortal stabs to me, to see vice parleyed with; and sometimes times I feel suddenly inclined to fly into a wilderness far from the approach of men.”
― Molière, The Misanthrope

“You’re my only Duchess.”
― Kristen Ashley, The Gamble

“Where's my little half-pint of sweet cider half drunk up?”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods

“Hayati?”

“Yeah, that one. What does it mean?”

He was quiet for so long she had started to think he’d never answer. “There is no English translation for this name,” he finally said.

She smiled. “Try. Get as close as you can.”

His dark eyes searched her gaze. “It means, my life.”

Her forehead wrinkled. “My life?”

Hani pulled her head down and forced her to rest against his chest. He said nothing for a suspended moment and then, “My life,” he murmured. “My love.”
― Jaid Black, Subjugated

“My lord, my darling, my darkening sky.”
― Franny Choi, Soft Science

“When a man modifies or adorns a woman's name, or dispatches an endearment into her vicinity, he is attempting at once to alter and deny her, to dilute the privacy of the category she has inherited and to require that she respond as someone quite less than herself.”
― Ben Marcus, Notable American Women

“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.”
― gillibran brown

“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

“When I was a child and I would listen to my sister's LPs She was a huge fan and she was so in love with him that she wrote him a letter. I enjoyed seeing my sis so happy about Manilow Mania. I wrote some lyrics based on one of his songs, also thinking of those ships that pass in the night in the city where I was born. Can you guess which one?
Anyway, my sister was already unconscious at the hospital when I inserted an earplug so that she could hear some of his songs. It was very low, very mild Manilow, when all of a sudden, in the second cord when he sang "I made it through the rain" in a beat a bit higher her heartbeat which was being monitored played faster. I could see that as a sign that she was listening. I stopped the song and I started Singing one of her songs that she had especially made for my birthday when I turned nine yrs old and I never forgot about that. I could see a little smile coming from the left side of her lips. It was the affirmation I needed. That she was and will always be there for me as I so admired her soul to the bones!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“My sweeting is nice," Claray commented.
"Nay," Conall said quickly, and when she looked at him with surprise, he tried to cover his horror at the thought of being called that, by saying, "I'd rather call ye that and we can no' both use it."
"Oh," she breathed, seeming pleased at the idea of his calling her that.
He made a mental note to use it, and to come up with other endearments to please her. Flower, perhaps. Or petal, to reflect how beautiful and precious he found her.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“When I am with you, I feel alive and whole. My heart sings with so much happiness, it feels like angels are holding a parade inside my heart.”
― ANNE .J. FRANKLIN, Through Hell with you