Quotes About Affection

It feels so good to be loved," Murphy said. "How would ye know?" said Paddy. "I hear things and have a good imagination," he said.

I've heard that the way to someone's heart is through their stomach. It's not the only way, although you do have to make sure to go to your right and toward the head. And it does save the trouble of having to crack open the rib cage.

We were walking toward the fountain, the epicenter of activity, when an older couple stopped and openly observed us. Robert enjoyed being noticed, and he affectionately squeezed my hand. "oh, take their picture," said the woman to her bemused husband, "I think they're artists." "Oh, go on," he shrugged. "They're just kids.

I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him anyway

you can't punish someone for a lack of affection, can you? You can't force a child to love you just because he's your child.

No, she can weather his disappointments if she has to, that isn't the problem, she can put up with anything as long as she feels he is solidly with her, but that is precisely what she doesn't feel anymore, and even if he seems content to glide along with her out of old habits, the reflex of old affections, she is becoming ever more certain, no, certain is probably too strong a word for it, she is becoming ever more willing to entertain the idea that he has stopped loving her.

I chanced upon these words from a letter by Van Gogh: "Like everyone else, I feel the need of family and friendship, affection and friendly intercourse. I am not made of iron, like a hydrant or a lamp post. Perhaps this is what really counts: to arrive at the core of human feeling, in spite of the evidence.

You understood that there was no better thing in the world than to be kissed in the way she was kissing you, that this was without argument the single most important justification for being alive.

Your wife tolerates your weaknesses and does not rant or scold, and if she worries, it is only because she wants you to live forever. You count the reasons why you have held her close to you for so many years, and surely this is one of them, one of the bright stars in the vast constellation of enduring love.

I have been thinking about our conversation and about your book, and I am afraid that I expressed myself badly yesterday. When I said that one may love and be loved at any age I ought to have added that sometimes this love comes too late. It comes when one no longer has the right to prove to the loved one how much she is loved, except by love's sacrifice.

Sometimes love creeps upon me, and I suddenly sort of just realise that it's there when i start shaving my legs every day and singing on my bicycle.

His love for you is never a result of your character; it is a clear demonstration of his.

The desire for the love of another person is not wrong, but it must not rule your heart.

When good things become controlling, they command the affection of our hearts and then shape our words and behavior. When this happens, they take the place in our hearts that only God should have.

We love ourselves so much that we have little energy left to love the One who is love.

I am describing again an interrupted revolution, the so-called Sexual Revolution. We see now the organized system of production and sales manages to profit by the confusion of the interruption, whereas a finished revolution would be a dead loss, since good sexual satisfaction costs nothing, it needs only health and affection.

One sees many pretty young Beat couples. (I think they are pretty; some people think they are hideous.) Since conceit and "proving" are not major factors, there is affection. Homosexuality and bisexuality are not regarded as a big deal.

Romance can be as simple as leaving a note on the refrigerator that says "I love you" or giving an unexpected hug. It can include heroic gestures like helping your partner do his taxes or scouring the tile in her skanky-looking shower or taking a whole day to organize a lover's Nightmare-on-Elm-Street closet.

then traced a fingertip across his forehead, around one eye, along the length of his nose. As if she wanted to later draw his likeness.

Add that to love, Mr. Lassiter. That's what we all need. Love and loyalty.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

Stop looking for love and start showing it.

We seldom say we love someone with all of our head, send brain-shaped candy on Valentine's Day, or tell our lover that we want to give our brain to them.