Quotes About Affection

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,And tempted her out of her gloom.

And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.

For all men serve him of their own free will. And he whom Love touches not walks in darkness.

He gave her that last word. He gave her his love. He would think of her almost every day for the rest of his life. Only his presence would he withhold.

My little old dog a heart-beat at my feet

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving; 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end,And lend me leave to come unto my love?

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Por encima está la pertenencia a algo o a alguien y el amor, con el afecto, la amistad y el grupo. También necesitamos la autoestima y la confianza en nosotros

Es muy probable que le gusten las flores y los animales domésticos. Podría enviarle una rosa y dos docenas de dobermans.

Y no sé para qué quiero que lo sepa. No sirve para nada que lo sepa. Y sospecho que es peor, eso de que lo sepa. Pero ya ve, se lo digo igual. Parece que la quiero, Ofelia. Mil perdones, pero me parece que la quiero mucho.

No me importa nada más, le juro. Me alcanza saberla conmigo en este entuerto. Sabiendo eso, me aguanto el silencio y la distancia y los años y lo que venga. Eso es todo, Ofelia. Disculpe la osadía de escribirle esta carta. Y disculpe la osadía de decirle, en cinco letras imperdonables: la amo.

Y si el precio de serlo es que jamás nadie lo sepa, que sea. Que sea ese el precio. Que todo esto permanezca en el más absoluto silencio. Que nadie sepa, nunca, ni ahora mientras caminamos en esta procesión callada, ni dentro de muchos años cuando sea una viejita memoriosa, Manuel, querido mío, lo mucho que te amé.

Love can defeat that nameless terror. Loving one another, we take the sting from death.

I love your letters. How far is that from saying I love you? Well--about a mile. Two miles.

I do love you. I'd be one miserable and lonesome man without you around.

I, artist in words, dedicate, then, to you, artist whose ideas speak in marble, this well-loved work of my matured manhood. I love it not the less because it has been little understood and superficially judged by the common herd: it was not meant for them. I love it not the more because it has found enthusiastic favorers amongst the Few. My affection for my work is rooted in the solemn and pure delight which it gave me to conceive and to perform.