Quotes About Affection

Morrie.. had developed his own culture - long before he got sick. He read books to find new ideas for his classes, visited with colleagues, kept up with old students, wrote letters to distant friends. He took more time eating and looking at nature.. He had created a cocoon of human activities - conversation, interaction, affection - and it filled his life like an overflowing soup bowl.

I never wanted anyone else, he said quietly. I know, she said. I was still in love with you. I know. She nodded. I felt it. Here? he asked. Even here, she said, smiling. That's how strong lost love can be.

People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman.

Sometimes when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will

That the end of loneliness is when someone needs you.

You made me love you I didn't want to do it I didn't want to do it.… You made me love you and all the time you knew it

By this point—already a strapping young teenager—Eddie only nodded back. Unbeknownst to him, he had begun the ritual of semaphore with his father, forsaking words or physical affection. It was all to be done internally. You were just supposed to know it, that's all. Denial of affection. The damage done.

I never said good-bye." "Such a needless word," she said, "when you love somebody.

She hugged her arms around his chest and leaned her head into his shoulder. She did this every night, and like most small demonstrations of love, it had a large impact. Dor felt a surge of calm whenever she held him, like being wrapped in a blanket, and he knew no one else would ever love or understand him the way she did. He nestled his face into her long dark hair, and he breathed a way he never breathed except when he was with her.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Many boys, probably most boys, have a first love before they fall in love with a woman. It begins the moment two boys realize they'd die for one another, that each cares more for the other than he does for himself, and it lasts usually until a second love comes on the scene, because most hearts aren't big enough to love more than one person like that.

You are a door to an existence she does not desire, but even if the room beyond is repugnant, that door has won a portion of her affection.

Many boys, probably most boys, have a first love before they fall in love with a woman. It begins the moment two boys realize they'd die for one another, that each cares more for the other than he does for himself, and it lasts usually until a second love comes on the scene, because most hearts aren't big enough to love more than one person like that.

But in his devotions was ever more devotion, and towards her it seemed there was ever less.

Not that he isn't horrible to most of the planet, he is. But if Ozi loves you, you know it. You can swim in it, get a tan. Or rest in its shade, if you'd rather.

Carrie would always have him anyway, he thought, the way she had him now. Spring smells of dirt and rainwater rose from the ground. Love was a mixed business. As in building, he couldn't afford the refinement he desired. He needed too much. Carrie had been his great romance. He hadn't been hers. With Susan it wasn't romance, exactly. It was home.

What I did not know-I was a young man- is that there are two kinds of love. The kind that starts off big and slowly wears away, that seems you can never use it up and then one day is finished. And the kind that you don't notice at first, but which adds a little bit to itself every day, like an oyster makes a pearl, grain by grain, a jewel from the sand.

She was greatly moved by her mother's love marriage, more than she had been in years. Love, Ma was telling her, not only in words but by example, conquers all.

What I did not know—I was a young man—is that there are two kinds of love. The kind that starts off big and slowly wears away, that seems you can never use it up and then one day is finished. And the kind that you don't notice at first, but which adds a little bit to itself every day, like an oyster makes a pearl, grain by grain, a jewel from the sand.

TONY: You know what you're saying, don't you? ALICE: What? TONY: That you'd rather spend the summer with me than with anybody else. ALICE: Was I? TONY: Well, if it's true about the summer, how would you feel about — the winter? ALICE: Yes, I'd — like that too. TONY (tremulous): Then there's spring and autumn. If you could — see your way clear about those, Miss Sycamore? ALICE: I might. TONY: I guess that's the whole year. We haven't forgotten anything, have we?

In order for genuine affection to take place, knowledge of the lovable other is needed. An image has to become fixed in the mind – a face, a voice, a picture, a garment at the very least – some kind of reminder of the person. In other words, love requires lovable features, not lofty concepts, ethereal entities, or other vagaries devoid of attributes. This kind of 'love' is primitive, undeveloped, and usually self-deluding.

What need have I for a palace? Rather to lie with you where the weeds grow thick.

Please teach her to understand others' feelings a little! Why should I go on courting her affection if she really cannot bear it?

How do you know when you're in love?' she said. 'The traffic improves and the cost of living seems very low.