Quotes About Affection

The days were sunny, the nights were star-studded. Indeed married life was strawberries for breakfast and loving all the time.

The worse illness of our time, is that so many people have to suffer from never being loved

I fall in love every time. And I don't really fall in love a lot, but when I do, I fall hard.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

The key to a woman's heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time.

If I got a girlfriend, I'd feed her playfully all of the time.

Time spent with a cat is never wasted.

Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.

Half the time when brothers wrestle, it's just an excuse to hug each other.

I am not your dog, but if every time you saw me, you gave me a backrub, I would run to greet you, too.

I'm no good with words but I'll find ways from time to time to show you how grateful I am.

Maybe you've had skin next to your skin, but when was the last time you let yourself be touched?

Our people, though capable of strong and durable feeling, were not demonstrative in their affection at any time, least of all in the presence of guests or strangers.

Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.

Il n'est rien de réel que le rêve et l'amour.

and when nanas die they leave grandchildren and perhaps a trace memory of being coddled, kissed, attended to, and loved, of being chased across the lawn or rocked in the middle of the night or taken seriously. In Nanaville there is always in the back of my mind the understanding that I am building a memory out of spare parts and that, someday, that memory will be all that's left of me.

No one, not even my father, not even my children, has ever loved me the way that man loved me, that's for sure. There's something satisfying in being loved that hard, maybe more than loving that hard yourself.

To my dear and honored Mother, whose life, no less than her pen, has been devoted to the welfare of others, this little book is affectionately dedicated.

He is very fond of me, almost too fond. I could do with less caressing and more rationality. I should like to be less of a pet and more of a friend, if I might choose; but I won't complain of that: I am only afraid his affection loses in depth where it gains in ardour. I sometimes liken it to a fire of dry twigs and branches compared with one of solid coal, very bright and hot; but if it should burn itself out and leave nothing but ashes behind.

and I imagine that, though cold and haughty in her general demeanor, and even exacting in her requirements, she has strong affections for those who can reach them . . .

Well, let them seize on all they can;— One treasure still is mine,— A heart that loves to think on thee, And feels the worth of thine.

Nobody knew him as I did; nobody could appreciate him as I did; nobody could love him as I—could.

Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.