Quotes About Affection

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the stress of passion, achieve heights of eloquence, in thought if not in language, and seem to move in some luminous sphere. Goriot's voice and gesture had at this moment the power of communication that characterizes the great actor. Are not our finer feelings the poems of the human will?

If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.

True love rules especially through memory.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Mon père m'a donné un cœur, mais vous l'avez fait battre.

Una mujer es coqueta mientras no ama.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

perhaps love is only gratitude for pleasure.

Ama toplum, anne olmaktan çok üvey annedir, gururunu ok?ayan çocuklar? sever.

Inima unei surori este un diamant de puritate, un noian de tandrete.

We are a spectacular, splendid manifestation of life. We have language. . . . We have affection We have genes for usefulness, and usefulness is about as close to a 'common goal' of nature as I can guess at. And finally, and perhaps best of all, we have music.

If I tried to tell you how much I love my cats, you wouldn't believe me — unless your heart is also meow-shaped and covered in stray fur.

He made her more confident, funnier, smarter. He brought out all the things that were there already and let her be fully herself, so she seemed to shine with this inner light. He loved her so much, he made her seem even more lovable.

Heather had grown up starved of love, and when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

How could she not be with someone forever when even their feet-his huge, not especially attractive feet, with their long hairy toes-felt like home?

Now here they were. She couldn't exactly say if Savannah had caught them on an upswing or a downswing, or if they'd finally found an equilibrium that would last them until death did them part. Sometimes it felt like their relationship ebbed and flowed over a day, or even a conversation. She could feel affection followed by resentment in the space of ten minutes.

És como uma almofada preferida. Tenho de te levar para todo o lado.

I'm your best friend, Erika," he said sadly. "Don't you know that?

He made her happy and maede her laugh. She still enjoyed talking with him, watching TV with him, lying in bed with him on cold, rainy mornings. She still wanted him.

But even while he is frustrated with her, or hurt by her, or plain irritated by her, he still loves her, he still has a secret crush on her, he is still awed that someone this beautiful is with him.

As soon as he woke he'd be desperate to give Celeste his gift. He loved giving presents. The first time she knew she wanted to marry him was when she saw the anticipation on his face, watching his mother open a birthday present he'd bought for her. "Do you like it?" he'd burst out as soon she tore the paper, and his family had all laughed at him for sounding like a big kid.

She's very loving—maybe too loving. I remember her squatting down in the kitchen saying, 'Hello, little fella,' and we all looked down and saw she was trying to pat a cockroach. Mum nearly dropped dead on the spot.