Quotes About Affection

Sometimes love was to be grasped in any form and in any manner it was offered. And sometimes love must be given in the same way.

I am free, you see, she said, to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. That is why I love you, and it is the way I love you.

A funny thing, love. It was not always, or even mostly, a sexual thing.

Once in, when did one fall out of love? It had taken several weeks back in October - though it seemed the feeling had merely lain dormant instead of going away altogether. How long would it take this time? And when would it be gone forever?

I will love you all my life and even beyond that," he said. "You will always be my only love.

I do not want to drain all your light, Percy, she said. Something sparked in his eyes. But there is never an end to light, Imogen, he told her, or to love. I'll fill you so full of light that you will glow in the dark, and then when I want to love you in a very physical way I will be able to find you.

You will find that wanting, even loving, is not enough.

You have love all wrong, Gwendoline. It is not all give, give, give. It is taking as well. It is allowing the other one the pleasure and joy of giving. Let me love you.

I want you, my dear. I do believe I have fallen in love with you. What a nasty ailment that may prove to be! I have not suffered from it before. Is it deadly, do you suppose? Is it a terminal illness?

On the whole, he thinks that Barclay's devotion to his wife was greater than his wife's to Barclay. He was acutely uneasy if he were absent from her for a day. She, on the other hand, though devoted and faithful, was less obtrusively affectionate.

A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other.

there are women in whom the love of a lover extinguishes all other loves...

Ninguno de nosotros encuentra en este mundo todo el cariño que deberíamos.

Ninguno encontramos en este mundo el cariño que deberíamos.

A dog likes people who pat him on the head. That's because his thinking isn't complicated by knowledge and education

My love was alive, not because I was loved, but because I myself loved!

Mijn liefde leefde, niet omdat ik WERD bemind, maaar omdat ik zelf liefhad!

On the road I want to grab you sometimes and just kiss the life outa you

One time there was a girl. Her name was Jane. She was a little baby. And she had a blanket. It was a small blanket. It was pink, and soft, and warm. In the morning she woke up. And the first thing she did was to touch the blanket, and it felt soft and warm when she put her fingers on it. Jane loved her pink blanket.

LINDA: To me you are. Slight pause. The handsomest. From the darkness is heard the laughter of a woman. Willy doesn't turn to it, but it continues through Linda's lines.

The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.

When the twins asked what cuff-links were for—"To link cuffs together," Ammu told them—they were thrilled by this morsel of logic in what had so far seemed an illogical language. Cuff + link = cuff-link . This, to them, rivaled the precision of logic and mathematics. Cuff-links gave them an inordinate (if exaggerated) satisfaction, and a real affection for the English language.

He gathered her into the cave of his body. (Roy,338)

The boat that Ammu would use to cross the river. To love by night the man her children loved by day.