Quotes About Affection

I have this love for [him]. It was formed in me as he himself was formed. It has his shape, you might say. He fits it. He fits into it as he fits into his own clothes. He will always fit into it. When he gets out of the car and I meet him and hug him, there he is, him himself, something of my own forever, and my love goes all around him just as it did when he was a baby and a little boy and a young man grown.

We cannot know the whole truth, which belongs to God alone, but our task nevertheless is to seek to know what is true. And if we offend gravely enough against what we know to be true, as by failing badly enough to deal affectionately and responsibly with our land and our neighbors, truth will retaliate with ugliness, poverty, and disease. The crisis of this line of thought is the realization that we are at once limited and unendingly responsible for what we know and do.

I have this love for Mattie. It was formed in me as he himself was formed. It has his shape, you might say. He fits it. He fits into it as he fits into his clothes. He will always fit into it. When he gets out of the car and I meet him and hug him, there he is, him himself, something of my own forever, and my love for him goes all around him just as it did when he was a baby and a little boy and a young man grown.

The stories they tell become tragic because the interest of the land, the human investment of interest and affection in the land, becomes subordinated to the interest of a 'larger' economy that removes the human interest native to a place and replaces it with its own interest in itself.

knowing how she was wrung all her life between her cherished resentments and her fierce affections. A peculiar sorrow hovered about her, and not only for the inevitable losses and griefs of her years; it came also from her settled conviction of the tendency of things to be unsatisfactory, to fail to live up to expectation, to fall short.

For many, the whole process of intellectual and literary growth is a movement, not through or beyond, but away from the people and society they know best, the faiths they still at bottom accept, the little raw provincial world for which they keep an apologetic affection.

To have the two of them there, at opposite corners of the table, with their long endurance in their faces, and their present affection and pleasure, was a blessing of another kind.

Hey Almanzo, if you liked it then you should've built a shanty on it.

Here you seem to have won your aunt's affection; I think I served you well there, for I believe she would do anything to spite me.

Once you love, you cannot take it back, cannot undo it; what you felt may have changed, shifted slightly, yet still remains love. You still feel-though very small-the not-altogether unpleasant shock of soul recognition for that person.

I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.

Goodbye, my mistress, I whispered. Farewell, my heart.

When two people are in love, few things on earth are as fascinating to them as their love itself.

Even lawyers have hearts, and mine ached a little as I took leave of her.

My dear friend! what is there extraordinary in that? They are all in love with some other man. Who gets the first of a woman's heart? In all my experience I have never yet met with the man who was Number One. Number Two, sometimes. Number Three, Four, Five, often. Number One, never! He exists, of course—but, I have not met with him.

the thought of you, my dears, mounts like blood to my head...

It is plain that she has loved him, throughout the estrangement between them.

yorgun gözlerimi kapay?p çevremdeki dünyay?, tepemdeki güneÅŸi unuttum. Onun bana geri gelmesini bekledim. Ah, sevgilim! Sevgilim! Art?k sana içimi dökebilirim! Sanki daha dün ayr?lm???z gibi, sanki daha dün senin o güzel elin elimdeydi, sanki en son dün görmüÅŸtüm seni. Sevgilim! Sevgilim!

Bunlar? okuduktan sonra ba??m? yana çevirip yüreÄŸime saplanan sanc?y? belli etmemek için elimden geleni yapt?m. Onu çok sevdiÄŸimin fark?ndayd?m ama, o ana kadar derecesini bilmediÄŸimi anlam??t?m.

The woman never lived yet who could cast a true-love out of her heart because the object of that love was unworthy of her. All

mong the hundred thousand mysterious influences which a man exercises over a woman who loves him, I doubt if there is any more irresistible to her than the influence of his voice. I am not one of those women who shed tears on the smallest provocation: it is not in my temperament, I suppose. But when I heard that little natural change in his tone my mind went back (I can't say why) to the happy day when I first owned that I loved him. I burst out crying.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

If a thing loves, it is infinite. ( Annotations to Swedenborg )

And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.