Quotes About Affection

I'm yours — you know it.

Elle se leva dès qu'il fut sorti, s'approcha de Gatsby, leva son visage vers lui, l'embrassa sur les lèvres. — Je vous aime et vous le savez, murmura-t-elle.

Gillespie: And you haven't kissed me for two weeks. I had an idea that after a girl was kissed she was--was--on. Rosalind: Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

He put his arms around her, enclosing her completely as if he didn't want even the intangible to escape.

Amory [softly, battle lost]: I love you. Rosalind: I love you--now.

Amory: Darling girl. [They kiss. Another pause and then she seizes his hand, covers it with kisses, and holds it to her breast.] Rosalind [sadly]: I love your hands, more than anything. I see them often when you're away from me--so tired; I know every line of them. Dear hands! [Their eyes meet for a second and then she begins to cry--a tearless sobbing.]

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known and even that is an understatement.

I wasn't actually in love, but felt a sort of tender curiosity

A??k olduÄŸumu söyleyemem ama ona kar?? müÅŸfik bir merak uyanm??t? içimde.

Et quand j'ai vu ses lèvres hautaines s'éclairer d'un sourire, j'ai serré le bras davantage pour qu'elles se rapprochent des miennes.

There was some element of loneliness involved- so easy to be loved- so hard to love.

I love you, and that's the beginning and the end of everything. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face

All right, then, I'd die for you. How about that? Don't you think somebody could die for love?

Whom the heart first loves does not know or care if they are related by blood.

Buddy, night and day. We even started calling her Cupid. Idgie was

he surprised her by signing, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world." Ander didn't know it, but he had signed, "You are the most beautiful squirrel in the world.

Then I feel ashamed because I know how much she loves me. It's the excess that

wasn't her love and attention enough

Quien no ha tenido nunca un perro no sabe lo que es querer y ser querido» La frase es de Arthur Schopenhauer. Es una chorrada, pero es bonita.

Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?

I've always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone's affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat. Whatever be the case, life pains me.

It sometimes occurs to me, with sad delight, that if one day (in a future I won't be part of) the sentences I write are read and admired, then at last I'll have my own kin, people who 'understand' me, my true family in which to be born and loved. But far from being born into it, I'll have already died long ago. I'll be understood only in effigy, when affection can no longer compensate for the indifference that was the dead man's lot in life.

The weariness of being loved, of being truly loved! The weariness of being the object of other people's burdensome emotions!