Quotes About Affection

The other sports are just sports. Baseball is a love.

I've always been a slave to my heart.

We experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.

How was I able to live alone before, my little everything? Without you I lack self-confidence, passion for work, and enjoyment of life--in short, without you, my life is no life. [Written to his wife, Mileva]

That's why," he said speaking with averted face, "I wanted to do something first. I mean, to show I was worthy of you. Not that I could ever really be that. But at any rate to show I wasn't absolutely un-worthy. I wanted to do something.

In spite of their sadness - because of it, even; for their sadness was the symptom of their love for one another - the three young men were happy.

The greatest care is taken to prevent you from loving anyone too much.

For their sadness was a symptom of their love for one another—

Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma: Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny; Love's as good as soma.

Each woman who loves is a queen, because love is beautiful!

I am endlessly grateful to you for the mere fact of your existence. I tested myself – this is not an illness, not an obsessive idea – this is love, with which God rewarded me for some reason.

Love is the best language tutor.

Si tu aimes quelqu'un qui t'aime, ne démolis jamais ses rêves. Le plus grand, le plus absurde de ses rêves, c'est toi.

No, ogni uomo nobile e saggio ama la sua donna e ne ha cura come io con tutto il cuore amavo la mia, e non importava se era una schiava di guerra. (Achille, da Omero, Iliade)

Rebecca pensò che quell'uomo la amava, solo che non lo sapeva, e non lo avrebbe mai saputo.

Ako nekog zaista voliš, ali zaista, ne mora da zna?i da je najbolje da s njim živiš.

I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one— that she won't say it back.

I knew my affection for the Philippines was equally as telling: a democracy on paper, apparently well ordered, regularly subverted by irrational chaos. A place where I'd felt instantly at home.

I don't love nothing or nobody like I love this city, ya heard me?

The point about love, the essential point, was that we loved what we loved. We did not choose. We just loved.

You cannot make somebody love something. They must have love in their heart first.

So what is this love that comes with being married? ... Being fond of somebody? Being nice? Wanting them not to go away? ... the line struck me with its poetic force. I didn't want you to go away... It was certainly powerful, and perhaps it was as good a definition of love as any other.

The new lover, of a few weeks standing, may seem more precious than friends of decades.

In bed that night, in the darkness, with the illuminated dial of her alarm clock glowing from the bedside table, she asked herself whether one could force oneself to like somebody, or whether one could merely create the conditions for affection to come into existence and hope that it did, spontaneously.