Quotes About Affection

Theirs was that substantial affection which arises (if any arises at all) when the two who are thrown together begin first by knowing the rougher sides of each other's character, and not the best till further on, the romance growing up in the interstices of a mass of hard prosaic reality.

She was in a sound sleep, Jude, dying of anxiety lest she should have caught a chill which might permanently injure her, was glad to hear the regular breathing. He softly went nearer to her, and observed that a warm flush now rosed her hitherto blue cheeks, and felt that her hanging hand was no longer cold. Then he stood with his back to the fire regarding her, and saw in her almost a divinity.

I shall do one thing in this life – one thing certain – that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.

She remained mute, not knowing that he was smothering his affection for her. She hardly observed that a tear descended slowly upon his cheek, a tear so large that it magnified the pores of the skin over which it rolled, like the object lens of a microscope.

Angel, who was filling the vats with his handful, suddenly ceased, and laid his hands flat upon hers. Her sleeves were rolled far above the elbow, and bending lower he kissed the inside vein of her soft arm.

Clare knew that she loved him—every curve of her form showed that—but he did not know at that time the full depth of her devotion, its single-mindedness, its meekness; what long-suffering it guaranteed, what honesty, what endurance, what good faith.

I have danced at your skittish heels, my beautiful Bathsheba, for many a long mile and many a long day.

My dear Sue,—Of course I wish you joy! And also of course I will give you away. What I suggest is that, as you have no house of your own, you do not marry from your school friend's, but from mine. It would be more proper, I think, since I am, as you say, the person nearest related to you in this part of the world. I don't see why you sign your letter in such a new and terribly formal way? Surely you care a bit about me still!—Ever your affectionate, Jude.

New love is brightest, and long love is greatest; but revived love is the tenderest thing known upon earth.

her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.

so that I could only be near you, and get glimpses of you, and think of you as mine.

Well, if you wanted to love me, why do you blow so hot and cold? Why do you... keep tantalizing me? I tell you, Tess, I'd take you for a flirt, For a sit you could catch, If I didn't know just honest and pure you are. Angel

Mrs. d'Urberville was not the first mother compelled to love her offspring resentfully, and to be bitterly fond.

Separation…though effectual with people of certain humors, is apt to idealize the removed object with others; notably those whose affection, placid and regular as it may be, flows deep and long.

He admired her so much that he used to light the candle three times a night to look at her.

If men only knew the staleness of the freshest of us! that nine times out of ten the first love they think they are winning from a woman is but the hulk of an old wrecked affection, fitted with new sails and re-used.

But loving is not done by months, or method, or rule, or nobody would ever have invented such a phrase as falling in love.

Some women's love of being loved is insatiable ; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can't give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop's licence to receive it.

putting at the foot also a bunch of the same flowers in a little jar of water to keep them alive. What matter was it that on the outside of the jar the eye of mere observation noted the words 'Keelwell's Marmalade'? The eye of maternal affection did not see them in its vision of higher things.

The trees overhead deepened the gloom of the hour, and they dripped sadly upon him, impressing him with forebodings—illogical forebodings; for though he knew that he loved her he also knew that he could not be more to her than he was.

Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was as fresh as spring.

Én csak egyvalamit fogok tenni ebben az életben... de azt biztosan... szeretni magát, vágyakozni maga után, akarni magát, míg meg nem halok.

In their gestures and faces there were anxieties, affection, agony of heart - all for a man who had wronged them - had never really behaved towards either of them anyhow but selfishly.

His affection itself was less fire than radiance, and, with regard to the other sex, when he ceased to believe he ceased to follow: contrasting in this with many impressionable natures, who remain sensuously infatuated with what they intellectually despise.