Quotes About Affection

Yet she felt, as we so often do with somebody we love, that any little defect could only make him more dear to her.

Then she fretted, ah, she fretted, But 'ere six months had gone past, She had got another poodle dog Exactly like the last.… thought Belinda frivolously, but the old song had come into her head and seemed appropriate. Some tame gazelle or some gentle dove or even a poodle dog—something to love, that was the point.

quando em quais serão minhas companhias no inferno, sinto-me razoavelmente satisfeita de ir pra lá. Estará cheio de pessoas que amei de verdade.

quando penso em quais serão minhas companhias no inferno, sinto-me razoavelmente satisfeita de ir pra lá. Estará cheio de pessoas que amei de verdade.

In all those women there is not one to match you. They have known my flesh. You have known my heart, and stolen my soul.

Love is fusion.

That family's mutual love had not usually found its expression in outward show. In other words, there had not been embraces. The twins, for instance, did not kiss each other, though the women pecked the air around each other's faces. It

Happy is he to whom, in the maturer season of life, there remains one tried and constant friend: their affection, mellowed by the hand of time, endeared by the recollection of enjoyments, toils, and even sufferings shared together, becomes the balm, the consolation, and the treasure of life.

Of love there are two sorts. The first is that whose highest manifestation is seen in the affection of the sexes. This is always egoistic. It arises from either sex being imperfect without the other; and it is the straining of one sex towards that other which will complete it, because alone it is unable to realize perfectly its nature.

I love to love, but I know not jealousy. If you find another fairer than I, I shall weary of you and go love him -- So beware, if you would hold me!

It is strange how attached we become to old friends, though they be but inanimate objects.

The gladness of living was in your step, your voice was melody, and he was wondering what love might be.

If I was a flower growing wild and free All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee. And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

Special kinda warm,

After a little while, she takes my hand. Less than I want. More than I deserve. [...] Why didn't I kiss her? Because I'm going away. Am I? Am I still? I think. I think I need to. I think.

I don't know how to quantify the way I am around her, the person I am. When I'm with her, I feel hope. Possibility. It clings to me like a scent.

The lights began to dim; Cosima reached back for my hand. Darkness always prompts her affection.

ILUVUMED: I love you more each day

He adores you, you know. You're very lucky to have a brother like that." I fall into step with her. "Yeah, right, I'm the luckiest guy in the universe." I heave a sigh. "But in my next life I'd prefer a puppy, okay?

Hatred is increased by being reciprocated, and can on the other hand be destroyed by love.

Love is nothing but Joy with the accompanying idea of an external cause ( Ethics, part III, proposition 13, scholium).

Never regret anything you have done with a sincere affection; nothing is lost that is born of the heart.

What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.

A woman who is loved always has success.