Quotes About Affection

How does a daughter know that she feels appropriately towards the woman who is her mother? Yes, it was difficult to know what to do with Mai, how to conceive her. I thought I hated her fawning, but what I see I hated is the degree of it. If she was fawning, she was not fawning enough. She diluted it with her spitefulness, the hopeless clawing of a small cornered spirit towards what was beyond it. And if she had spirit, it was not great enough, being shrunk by the bitterness of her temper.

Çfarë është dashuria? Nuk ka asgjë në botë qoftë humane apo djallëzore apo çfarëdoqoftë që mund të deportojë në shpirtin e njeriut si dashuria

He fell in love with his golem, found it a source of consolation. Life

So, I was in love. Or was I rather, as often happens at that age, in love with love?

Nada hay que ocupe y ate más el corazón que el amor.

Amor est magis cognitivus quam cognitio

Gustavo Solivellas dice: El verdadero amor quiere el bien del amado (Umberto Eco)

What friends thou hast and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy heart with hooks of steel.

But Seehund hurled his love at her, his entire body. It was a love she recognized—she'd felt it within herself but had never been able to demonstrate it with such abandon.

We weren't joined at the hip but there was never a day apart that we wouldn't rather have spent in each other's company.

The habit of loving is definitely one to be cultivated.

Buena es la verdad, mejor es el amor

So sweet and delicious do I become, when I am in bed with a man who, I sense, loves and enjoys me, that the pleasure I bring excels all delight, so the knot of love, however tight it seemed before, is tied tighter still.

Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!

She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius supposed her for ever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes in which the gloomy deepness of death appeared, and said to him with an accent the sweetness on which already seemed to come from another world: And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you. She essayed to smile again and expired.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.

What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.

It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word 'she.

To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.