Quotes About Affection

There is no friendship, no love, like that of a mother for her child.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.

Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to point us to that realm which is the real and endless home of the heart.

Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . .

It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.

Some one dear to one can be loved with human love; but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.

Each time of life has its own kind of love.

I must ask what it is you want of me?" "What can I want? All I can want is that you should not desert me, as you think of doing," she said, understanding all he had not uttered. "But that I don't want; that's secondary. I want love, and there is none. So then all is over.

I've enough pride never to let myself love a man who does not love me.

A man could not be prevented from making himself a big wax doll, and kissing it. But if the man were to come with the doll and sit before a man in love, and begin caressing his doll as the lover caressed the woman he loved, it would be distasteful to the lover. Just such a distasteful sensation was what Mihailov felt at the sight of Vronsky's painting: he felt it both ludicrous and irritating, both pitiable and offensive.

I've lost my heart to you.

The main thing, and the thing which such people as he do not understand," rejoined the lady, "is that only love consecrates marriage, and that the real marriage is that which is consecrated by love.

She was jealous not of any particular woman but of the decrease of his love. Not having an object for her jealousy, she was on the lookout for it.

Pierre held the hand of his betrothed in silence, looking at her beautiful bosom as it rose and fell.

I am too proud to ever allow myself to care for a man who does not love me

What is so exquisite is that not a word has been said by me or by her, but we understand each other so well in this unseen language of looks and tones that this evening more clearly than ever she told me she loves me.

I know a gallant steed by tokens sure, And by his eyes I know a youth in love,

His mother, a dried-up old lady with black eyes and ringlets, screwed up her eyes, scanning her son, and smiled slightly with her thin lips. Getting up from the seat and handing her maid a bag, she gave her little wrinkled hand to her son to kiss, and lifting his head from her hand, kissed him on the cheek.

From that day the eldest princess quite changed toward Pierre and began knitting a striped scarf for him.

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