Quotes About Affection

Somebody said: About two persons I have never reflected very thoroughly: that is the testimony of my love for them.

Die Forderung, geliebt zu werden, ist die größte der Anmaßungen.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

Out of love alone shall my despising and my warning bird fly up, not out of swamp. (...) Where one can no longer love, there one should pass by.

Whoever extolleth him as a God of love, doth not think highly enough of love itself. Did not that God want also to be judge? But the loving one loveth irrespective of reward and requital.

You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

A soul that knows it is loved but does not itself love betrays its sediment: what is at bottom comes up. ?Epigrams and Interludes, Section 79

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving. There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness.

for a woman, love is its own reason. I love you because I love you.

A woman never tells you why she loves; she just tells you how she loves.

What some people love is not a person but the experience of being in love. The first is irreplaceable; the second is not.

It is a curious psychological fact that those who make their personal love public, and "dear" one another with saccharine epithets, are very often those who when alone quarrel and fight.

I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honour more.

A man's love decreases with the revelation of defects; a woman's does not. A woman gets angry when a man denies his faults, because she knew them all along. His lying mocks her affection; it is the deceit that angers her more than the faults. There is something divine in that kind of love, because God loves us in spite of all defects, our failings, and our sins. A man may stand for the Justice of God, but a woman stands for His Mercy.

As Euripides said: "He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Friend is the person that holds your hand and touches your heart!

Cuando terminó, Cayetano tomó la mano de Sierva María y la puso sobre su corazón. Ella sintió dentro el fragor de su tormenta. Siempre estoy así, dijo él.

Tan pronto como quedó libre, Sierva María le saltó al cuello, y permanecieron abrazados sin hablar mientras ella lloraba. Él la dejó desahogarse. Luego le levantó la cara y le dijo No más lágrimas. Y enlazó con Garcilaso. Bastan las que por vos tengo lloradas.

You saved me again, she told him with a starstruck gaze. He cupped her cheek and gave her a tender smile in the dark. Because you are my princess and I am your knight.

I can't believe I get to marry you. The words slipped from her in a soft tone of amazement. He reached out and cradled her cheek in his palm. I was just thinking the exact same thing.

Kisses were better than potions.

I wished I could spend the rest of my life... being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.

My contrariness kept Char laughing, and his goodness kept me in love.

Amor (qué placer escribir esta palabra), amor, amor...