Quotes About Affection

after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which are destined, later on, to fill the whole life of woman, coquetry. Love is the other.

La sonrisa de la mujer amada tiene una claridad que disipa las tinieblas.

Ah, s? fii culcat al?turi de ea în acelaÈ™i mormânt, mân? în mân?, È™i din când în când, în întuneric, s? ne mângâiem încet un deget. VeÈ™nicia mea s-ar mulÈ›umi cu atât.

The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake—let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self; t

porque es una cosa muy obscura y muy dulce ese grande y extraño movimiento de un corazón que se pone a amar.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

O amor é uma criança de seis mil anos, que pode usar de compridas barbas brancas. Matusalém ao pé de Cupido é um fedelho. Há sessenta séculos que o homem e a mulher vencem todos os obstáculos, amando-se. O diabo, que é fino, entrou a odiar o homem, porém, o homem, que ainda é mais fino, entrou a amar a mulher. Deste modo tem conseguido fazer mais bem do que o mal que o diabo lhe tem causado!

You have so much love to give. It must hurt to hold it in all the time.

When you grow up as I have, a lost girl without any real past, you latch on to the people who seem to love you. At least that's what I did. It started early, my holding on too tightly and needing too much. I always craved love. The unconditional, even unearned kind. I needed someone to say it to me. Not to sound poor me, but my mother never said it.

For years, she'd mistaken habit and affection for true love. She had assumed that the love she gave her husband was a reflection of the love he felt for her, and now, because of her blindness, she was alone.

You are of me, Loreda, in a way that can never be broken. Not by words or anger or actions or time. I love you.

I love you," he said quietly. "I love you, too." The word felt too small, too ordinary to contain all of this emotion.

She wanted to be with him, and though the realization frightened her, it also set her heart racing with anticipation. When she was with Nick, she was a different woman. Some of his glitter fell onto her and made her feel beautiful and sparkly and more alive.

I think maybe 'in love' has the shelf life of whipping cream. No matter how you handle it, it goes sour. But if you're lucky, you get past 'in love' and end up just loving someone.

Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. —The Velveteen Rabbit Margery Williams

But now she saw what she had never dared to see before: this love of hers was one-sided. She was the one who took care; he was the one who took.

What in the world was more restorative than a child's love?

She stayed in his arms as long as she could bear and then eased away.

Once, she had taken love for granted. Never again. Love was the sun and the moon and the stars in a world that was otherwise cold and dark.

There was something she hadn't known when she went into marriage and became a mother that she knew now: it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

When Mom drew back, her eyes were bright and she was smiling. "You are of me, Loreda, in a way that can never be broken. Not by words or anger or actions or time. I love you. I will always love you.

She had gone to him then, taken him in her arms and held him until he could breathe again. To her, it had been second nature, caring for him when he was hurting. But now she saw what she had never dared to see before: this love of hers was one-sided. She was the one who took care; he was the one who took.

You're afraid of love, but you've got so much of it to give.