Quotes About Affection

and though it is perhaps too facile to say that he was already in love with her, it is certainly true that from that moment on she was a permanent element in his mind.

It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

The dedication: To John Vine Milne: My Dear Father, Like all really nice people, you have a weakness for detective stories, and feel that there are not enough of them. So after all that you have done for me, the least I can do for you is to write one. Here it is: with more gratitude and affection than I can well put down here.

My heart beats faster as you take my hand, my love grows stronger as you touch my soul.

And said in wonderment My love I have finally come home...

All the poems of love are one...

It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.

Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!" "So do I," said Pooh.

How do you spell love? You don't spell it, you feel it.

Cuando se ama no se razona. Cuando se razona parece que no se ama. Cuando se razona después de haber amado, se comprende por qué se amaba. Cuando se ama después de haber razonado, se ama mejor. He aquí el sendero del progreso de las almas

Occult Medicine is essentially sympathetic. Reciprocal affection, or at least real goodwill, must exist between doctor and patient. Syrups and juleps have very little inherent virtue; they are what they become through the mutual opinion of operator and subject; hence homoeopathic medicine dispenses with them and no serious inconvenience follows.

There can be no friendship where there is cruelty, where there is disloyalty, where there is injustice. And in places where the wicked gather there is conspiracy only, not companionship: these have no affection for one another; fear alone holds them together; they are not friends, they are merely accomplices.

It is impossible to throw away the stroking on our hair.

Glory? Glory is for those too weak to find their inner strength, leaving them hollow parasites, feeding on the affection of even lesser men. Glory is for cowards, too afraid to let their names die.

Glory is for those too weak to find inner strength, leaving them hollow parasites, feeding on the affection of even lesser man. Glory is for cowards, too afraid to let their names die.

Humour is a cog in the machine we call love.

There is a dearth of conversation that revolves simply around expressions of caring, sharing, and loving.

Lift you hips for me my love

Unconditional love is hard to compete with.

Should I draw you the picture of my heart, it would be what I hope you still would love, though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have ever maintained over it, leave not the smallest space unoccupied.

I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship, as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads, with an affection heightened and improved by time; nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear, untitled man to whom I gave my heart.

Here's what I love about dogs. They aren't careful not to disturb you. They don't overthink. They jump on the bed or the sofa or the chair and plop down. They come and they go. I'm not sure they love me exactly, but they count on me because I am a source of heat and food and pleasure and affection.

The fact is that people are good, if only their fundamental wishes are satisfied, their wish for affection and security. Give people affection and security, and they will give affection and be secure in their feelings and their behavior.