Quotes About Affection

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Te vagy az, akit gyakran és csendben fölkeresek, hogy veled lehessek, Amikor veled sétálok, vagy melletted ülök, vagy együtt maradok veled ugyanabban a szobában, Keveset tudsz arról a finom, elektromos t?zrÅ'l, ami a te kedvedért játszik bennem.

Olykor aziránt is, akit szeretek, haraggal telek el, mert félek, hogy nem viszonozza áradó szerelmem, De már úgy hiszem, nincs többé viszonzatlan szerelem, így, vagy amúgy megtérül, (Valamikor lángolón szerettem valakit, és nem viszonozta szerelmem, EbbÅ'l Írtam mégis e dalokat.)

For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night, In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me, And his arm lay lightly around my breast - and that night I was happy

Maybe being loved wasn't enough; maybe there was something else you needed not to get in trouble.

it is clear that Leonardo was charming and attractive and had many friends. "His disposition was so lovable that he commanded everyone's affection," according to Vasari. "He was so pleasing in conversation that he attracted to himself the hearts of men." Paolo Giovio, a near contemporary who met Leonardo in Milan, similarly remembered his pleasant nature. "He was friendly, precise, and generous, with a radiant, graceful expression

If there is no love, what then?

He said that he would always harbor affection for Apple. "I'll always remember Apple like any man remembers the first woman he's fallen in love with.

My little Johnnie, Because I like you so much, and because you're so far away that I can't give you a little kiss, I'm writing this letter to ask if you like me as much as I do you? Answer me immediately. A thousand kisses from your Dollie—

This distinction was very important to him: His mother did love him but not enough to save him.

Some people live according to love and being loved—if only a little.

A moment of peril is often also a moment of open-hearted kindness and affection. We are thrown off our guard by the general agitation of our feelings, and betray the intensity of those which, at more tranquil periods, our prudence at least conceals, if it cannot altogether suppress them.

T]hou knowest not the heart of woman... [N]ot in thy fiercest battles hast thou displayed more of thy vaunted courage than has been shown by woman when called upon to suffer by affection or duty.

Chivalry!—why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection—the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant—Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.

Alas! how many ways does woman's affection find to work out her own misery!

A lover persevere in his suit under very discouraging circumstances. Affection can withstand very severe storms of rigor, but no a long polar frost of downright indifference. Don't, even with your attractions, try the experiment upon any lover whose faith you value. Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope, but no altogether without it.

Actually, only God can satisfy a Christian's heart; man cannot. The failure of many is to seek from man what can be found only in God. All human affection is empty; the love of God alone is able to fully satisfy one's desire. The moment a Christian seeks a love outside God his spiritual life immediately falls.

Love is like paint - you can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.

You can never predict how someone you love will react to another human being, but if they choose to be affectionate or loving you can only experience the immobility of jealousy if you see their decisions as having anything to do with you. That is your choice. If a partner loves another, he isn't being "unfair," he is simply being. If you label it unfair, you'll probably

Love is the fruit of sacrifice. Wealth is the fruit of generosity.

I fell asleep that night thinking about the kiss that might have been. What did a kiss feel like, anyway? Somehow I knew it wouldn't be like the one I got from Mom or Dad at bedtime. The same species, maybe, but a radically different beast, to be sure. Like a wolf and a whippet – only science would put them on the same tree.

What did a kiss feel like, anyway? Somehow I knew it wouldn't be like the one I got from Mom and Dad at bedtime. The same species maybe, but a radically different beast, to be sure.

I also finally see that a crimson kiss isn't something you can chase, because it's more than just the passionate meeting of mouths. It's a confession. It's the truth your lips whisper to someone you love.

Not that I'd ever want to own a 1960 sienna-rose Cadillac, but Hudson loves it, and I've got to admit—it glistens.