Quotes About Fondness

"If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because you lap is warm."

I love you simply because I cannot help myself.

I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ... the roses get it. I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can. Yes. One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses.

What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?

To a woman--I mean, a nice woman--there is no such thing as men. There is a man; and either she is so fond of him that she can talk of nothing else, however unfavourably, or so much in love with him that she never mentions his name.

I am fond of children — except boys.

I love Utah.

I loved him, officer. More than any woman ever loved an egg.

They were my aunt and uncle; I loved them deeply, although both were mad as pants.

predilection

He liked me because I am short. I flatter myself. He did not dislike me. He liked no one except Josephine and he liked her the way he liked chicken.

Even the greatest fool can accomplish a task if it were after his or her heart. But the intelligent ones are those who can convert every work into one that suits their taste.

Better not to work on things that you're not in love with.

I always say New Orleans is my heart. It's where I'm from. I go back, and I have a huge fondness for it.

Jeg vil have Mappe tilbage! råbte Sophia. Men du ved jo, hvordan det bliver, sagde farmoren. Det bliver rædsomt, sagde Sophia alvorligt. Men det er Mappe, jeg elsker. Og så byttede de kat igen.

It is significant that one says book lover and music lover and art lover but not record lover or CD lover or, conversely, text lover.

bag on a strap over her shoulder that she had owned since she was nineteen. But somehow

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes.

They were linked by the usual shared enthusiasms to which lovers give exaggerated importance: a fondness for Vivaldi and the Beatles;

I love you above all things, even pie.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

I've always had a sneaking fondness for Martin Van Buren. He wrote his autobiography, you know, and never once mentioned his wife. Now that's what I call a man's man.