Quotes About Affection

I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me. Oh, yes, and one time she bought me lotion with vitamin E.

no entiendo por qué necesito demostrarte mi amor recordando exactamente las mismas cosas que tú, exactamente de la misma manera que las recuerdas tú.

And before he leans in, he brushes the sugar from my lips so he can taste me.

Amy knew that was what I had loved most about us back when I loved us: not the big moments, not the Romantic with capital-R moments, but our secret inside jokes.

The Dunne kids don't perform hugs well.

revoloteando por todas partes, ayudándola a enroscarse la bufanda roja de punto, una vez, dos. A la tercera se la anudé correctamente y nuestras caras estaban cerca y sus mejillas igual de sonrosadas que si hubiera pasado un feliz día navideño montando en trineo. Algo así

I've been tracking Nick's moods. Toward me. Just to make sure I'm not crazy. I've got a calendar, and I put hearts on any day Nick seems to love me again, and black squares when he doesn't.

What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh.

Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best

She took my hand and offered me a pure, sweet smile, petting my palm, which might have felt better than any touch I'd ever experienced.

It was true, Ben at age two was an astonishing thing. He'd demand love outright, grab at a breast or an arm, but as soon as he had enough affection, and that came quickly, he'd go completely limp, play dead until you let him go.

How about diamonds are a girl's best friends? Nope. It should be switched around and pointed out, instead, that your best friends are diamonds.

Children have two basic needs, writes Erich Fromm in the Art of Loving: they need both milk and honey from their parents. Milk symbolizes the care given to physical needs...Honey symbolizes the sweetness of life, that special quality that makes life sing with enjoyment for all it holds. Gromm says, Most parents are capable of giving milk, but only a minority of giving honey, too. To give honey, one must love honey and have it to give.

The greatest feeling is to have somebody that's so happy to see you.

parents genuinely loved her—not like my dad

No one can ever love us quite so much as we love ourselves.

Love is not my bag.

So gewiss es ist, dass ich meine Sara ewig lieben werde: so wenig will es mir ein, dass ich sie ewig lieben soll, - soll!

We can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

Perhaps the sexual life is the great test. If we can survive it with charity to those we love and with affection to those we have betrayed, we needn't worry so much about the good and the bad in us. But jealousy, distrust, cruelty, revenge, recrimination ... then we fail. The wrong is in that failure even if we are the victims and not the executioners. Virtue is no excuse.

When he was young, he had thought love had something to do with understanding, but with age he knew that no human being understood another. Love was the wish to understand, and presently with constant failure the wish died, and love died too perhaps or changed into this painful affection, loyalty, pity…

I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.

I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.