Quotes About Affection

If you'd be loved, be worthy to be love

My only sanction is the love and affection in which you hold me. But it has its weaknesses, as it has its strengths.

We must be ever on the search for some persons whom we shall love and who will love us in return. If good will and affection are taken away, every joy is taken from life.

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

Many love me, but by none am I enough beloved.

You are loved, and your purpose is to love.

We tend to lack humility toward love, to patronize it rather than bow before it, to put mundane considerations before the emotional need to hold someone in our arms.

Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

Not only are love and hate such closely related emotions, but it's a lot easier to hate someone you've cared about than someone you never have.

You can't go wrong with love.

I am the youngest of four siblings, and were all so close. I dont know where I would be without my brothers and sister. I secretly believe that my parents love me the most!

Life's too short not to tell the people you love how you feel. Say it... and say it often. Oh, and start with God.

She'll never love you better than she loves her own children.

At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him.

My friendship with the Hitch has always been perfectly cloudless. It is a love whose month is ever May.

Love looketh from the eye, and kindleth love by looking.

This day I see that pretty much all my correspondences are love letters.

Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisite as the pure love of one woman for another woman?

Love, from its very nature, must be transitory.

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.

I can neither return your love nor dismiss it.