Quotes About Affection

Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?

He bought her six dresses, and I brought her god-damned cat back from the dead, so who loves her more?!

Love me. My head is so bad tonight. Love me. Love me.

He's a very nice man and all that, easy to get along with, fun, he never makes me cry. But is that love? I mean, is that all there is to it? Even when you learned to ride your two-wheeler, you had to fall off a few times and scrape both knees. Call it a rite of passage. And that was just a little thing.

She was my heart, and I guard what's there. Nobody takes it away from me.

You're good for the ones you love. You want to be good for the ones you love, because you know that your time with them will end up being too short, no matter how long it is.

As his arms went around her, she wondered how much of the human race understood about hugging- how good it was, and how a person could want to do it for hours on end. She supposed some did understand, but doubted that they were in the majority. To fully understand about hugging, maybe you had to have missed a lot of it.

What heart I have is yours.

You're smiling again," Regina said. "I was just thinking about how much I love you both," Arnie said. His father looked at him, surprised and touched; there was a soft gleam in his mother's eyes that might have been tears. They really believed it. The shitters. •

Goodbye, Sadie. You never knew me, but I love you, honey.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affections. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearth-stone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

Money is easier to dispense than affection, even for the most miserly.

My friend, love is a verb. Love—the feeling—is a fruit of love, the verb. So love her.

Love—the feeling—is a fruit of love, the verb. So

My friend, love is a verb. Love—the feeling—is a fruit of love

love is a verb. Love—the feeling—is a fruit of love, the verb.

He slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him, tossing the ice cream cone over his shoulder. It landed with a splat on the sidewalk. So does that mean I have a varsity girlfriend? I giggled like a total girl and linked my hands behind his neck. Yeah I guess it does. Sweet. Then he bent his head, and I stood up on my tiptoes and we met in the middle. And it was perfect.

Just because you discover that you may like somebody after all, it doesn't necessarily mean there's any attraction.

it's not just the people we love, but the people we let love us back who show us how high we can really soar.

In a sense, this book is not an autobiography but a biography, because I am writing about someone I used to know. Yes, these events are true, yet sometimes they seemed to have happened to someone else, and I often felt like a curious onlooker or someone trying to remember a dream. I ignored my stand-up career for twenty-five years, but now, having finished this memoir, I view this time with surprising warmth. One can have, it turns out, an affection for the war years.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

If you work at love, you will find love at work.

My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you, but you drive me back.

If you're in love and there's that chemistry, that's what it's all about.