Quotes About Affection

Then let me tell you this: I live for you, and you alone.

I always think I cannot love you more if I tried, but I always do.

I don't put up with your thorns. I like them.

But you I want to see in all my moods. When I'm particularly pleased, when I'm simply going about my day, when I'm utterly overwhelmed, as I was yesterday and today. And it honors me that when I bring myself, I seem to have brought enough for you.

He kissed the shell of her ear. "Then let me tell you this: I live for you and you alone.

Perhaps he should have brought her something. Flowers. Or cake, if she had managed to reverse Maximum Tolerable Chins.

She too possessed a fierce pride, alongside a bottomless need for affection and a desire to give that warred constantly with the fear of rejection.

Sometimes I think we Americans are the loneliest people in the world. To be sure, we hunger for the power of affection, the self-acceptance that gives life. It is the oldest and strongest hunger in the world. But hungering is not enough.

No, I don't think I could fall in love with him, handsome though he is, because I don't accept any of that huff he gives me about my great beauty and all that. I'd have to trust a man's words before I could love him. I think.

If more people recognized the difference between friendship and mere attraction, and how love must partake of both to prosper, I expect there'd be more happy people.

Their first kiss had been a mix of fury and frustrated passion. This one wouldn't be like that. He'd kiss her the way he should have kissed her to begin with.

I was stuck, trapped in affection, smothered by love. As Shyam said, I was leading the life of "your average, nice Indian girl." I didn't want to be nice. I wanted to shake the world.

Love is the process of melting into the other

Do you always throw your money away like this?" "Only when I'm in love

One of the best things about love is just recognizing a man's step when he climbs the stairs.

One must not be mean with the affections what is spent of the fund is renewed in the spending itself.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

I know this is all moronically anthropomorphic, but sometimes that is the form love takes.

It is so overwhelming to be loved exclusively.

O amor pode ser ordenado, pois, essencialmente, não é uma emoção, mas uma decisão de querer que leva à ação. (p.228)

Happy, you really are a first-class gloomy bugger," JC said affectionately. "You could gloom for the Olympics, and still take a Bronze in existential paranoia." Everyone has to be good at something," said Happy smiling in spite of himself.

What's important is not who YOU love but WHO loves you.

Is there any greater blessing than to love and be loved.