Quotes About Affection

Thou I cannot so freely say, My heart is with thee, my soul longeth after thee ; yet can I say, I long for such a longing heart (648).

An ingenious man can hardly stay with a people against their will; and a sincere man can more hardly, for any interest of his own, remain in a place where he is likely to be unprofitable, to hinder the good which they might receive from another man, who hath the advantage of a greater interest in their estimation and affection.

Reverence is that affection of the soul that proceeds from deep apprehensions of God and signifies a mind that is much conversant with him.

Later he understood Zhou to be "a man as brilliant and ruthless as any the Communist movement has thrown up in this century," but he "had a way of entrancing people, of offering affection, of inviting and seeming to share confidences. And I cannot deny that he won my affection completely.

If you're bringing up kids, you just want to smother them with love and praise and enthusiasm. So I don't think you can mollycoddle your kids too much really.

The Beautiful Poem" I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis affectionately. Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes me feel beautiful.

The resentful man is a human with the capacity for affection so poorly developed that his understanding for the motives of others very nearly does not exist.

Whoe'er she be,That not impossible sheThat shall command my heart and me.

I love romantic poetry.

Accidentally Shot As a mark of affection by his brother.

She did the best that we could be; she was perfectly charming and perfectly loving. She was a dream. And she was the kind of dream that you remember when you wake up smiling.

Money will buy you a fine dog, but only love can make it wag its tail.

A kind of affectionate racism prevailed among the delta gentry, they had kind, paternalistic feelings toward black people and a genuine appreciation for black culture, but they didn't want a black man dating their daughters or sitting down to eat dinner at their table, because that wasn't the way things were done or meant to be.

If in this shadowland of life thou hast Found one true heart to love thee, hold it fast; Love it again, give all to keep it thine, For love like nothing in the world can last.

Bronwen came over plenty of Saturdays after that, but I was always shy of her. I think I must have fallen in love with Bronwen even then and I must have been in love with her all my life since. It is silly to think a child could fall in love. If you think about it like that, mind. But I am the child that was, and nobody knows how I feel, except only me. And I think I fell in love with Bronwen that Saturday on the Hill. Still, that is past.

Even though they fought, their fighting never turned them against each other. It always ended with them embracing and kissing, smiling, laughing.

Send her loving thoughts," he told me. "That's all?" "That's quite a lot, Chris," he said. "Thoughts are very real.

They sat there in the evening of the last day. And, though there was no actual point to it, they loved each other.

I loved Ann and would help her. Nothing in the depths of Hell would keep me from it.

We are meant for one another and none else. I know that to be true. I seem, tonight, to know exactly what love is. (I could play Juliet to perfection at this moment!) It is the key to all hearts and your love has opened mine forever. For me, this world begins and ends with you.

Jesus seems to often find love in people who might not have received much love themselves. Perhaps their deep longing for it became their capacity to both receive it and give it.

You look like your mom," he said, smiling.

I don't now how you could not kid about love and still claim to have a sense of humor

This was what Miss Beryl had been coming back to, all day, all her life probably, to the mystery of affection, of the heart inclining in one direction and not another, of its unexpected, unwished-for pirouettes, its ability to make a fool, a villain, of its owner, if indeed any human can be said to own his heart. "I know this," she'd told Clive Sr. that long-ago afternoon. "Love is a stupid thing.