Quotes About Affection

I love you as I've never loved you.

I do nothing for any one in the world but you. But for you I'll do anything. Good, good, said Kate. That's how I like you. He waited again an instant. Then you swear to it? To 'it'? To what? Why, that you do 'like' me. For it's only for that, you know, that I'm letting you do—well, God knows what with me.

The great thing is to love something.

Recibí su beso y, mientras lo estrechaba un momento entre mis brazos, tuve que hacer el más enorme esfuerzo para no llorar.

We please the people we don't care for, we displease those we do!

It's as if he said to me: I like you very much, but if it doesn't please you I'll never say it again.

I've not made her my bosom-friend; but I like her in spite of her faults. Ah well, said Ralph, I'm afraid I shall dislike her in spit of her merits.

He has made me believe in true love; I never did before!

I don't go off easily, but when I'm touched, it's for life. It's for life, Miss Archer, it's for life.

We've had, as it seems to me, such quite beautiful days together that I hope it won't come to you too much as a shock when I ask if you think you could regard me with any satisfaction as a husband.

Haven't you kept anything? Hyacinth went on, without heeding this challenge. She looked at him a moment. I have kept you!

Then, as on the night before, we lay down together and I proved how great our friendship had become.

Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I'm ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.

The only thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give is enough love.

I am not drunk, and I am not sentimental, and I tell you you are the most wonderful woman in the world.

The one thing that we can never get enough of is Love and the one thing we never give enough is Love.

Give me a few days of peace in your arms

I don't care what happens. I love you and that's what I wanted to say over the phone. That's what I wanted to write. I love you. Let things go to smash. I love you.

The worth and excellency of a soul is to be measured by the object of its love. He who loveth mean and sordid things doth thereby become base and vile, but a noble and well-placed affection doth advance and improve the spirit into a conformity with the perfections which it loves.

When all his other gifts could not prevail, he at last made a gift of himself, to testify his affection and engage theirs.

As for the hardships they may meet with, they rejoice in them, as opportunities to exercise and testify their affection; and since they are able to do so little for God, they are glad of the honor to suffer for him.

Love is that powerful and prevalent passion by which all the faculties and inclinations of the soul are determined, and on which both its perfection and happiness depend. The worth and excellency of a soul is to be measured by the object of its love: he who loveth mean and sordid things doth thereby become base and vile; but a noble and well-placed affection doth advance and improve the spirit unto a conformity with the perfections which it loves.

Had I my choice of all things that might tend to my present felicity, I would pitch upon this, to have my heart possessed with the greatest kindness and affection towards all men in the world. I

Love gives itself; it is not bought.