Quotes About Affection

And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

Our affections are our life. We live by them; they supply our warmth.

She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.

For you see each day I love you more today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.

Talking of love is making it.

Natural affection is a prejudice; for though we have cause to love our nearest connections better than others, we have no reason to think them better than others.

In love we do not think of moral qualities, and scarcely of intellectual ones. Temperament and manner alone, with beauty, excite love.

A man in love prefers his passion to every other consideration, and is fonder of his mistress than he is of virtue. Should she prove vicious, she makes vice lovely in his eyes.

The most peculiar social self which one is apt to have is in the mind of the person one is in love with.

When a man is in love with one woman in a family, it is astonishing how fond he becomes of every person connected with it.

I would give more for the private esteem and love of one than for the public praise of ten thousand.

Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

If love be blind, it best agrees with night

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

You know that love Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such fair ostents of love As shall conveniently become you there.

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.

And she's fair I love.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.