Quotes About Affection

Love is not a thought; it is an action verb. It is not a thing, but an expression. You can't love in a vacuum; love demands an object. It demands a relationship. "N

We need to be free if we are to love.

Friendship with children creates loving friends.

You can love without making friends.

When the love of God is absent from friendships, friends don't become platonic friends anymore; they become boyfriends and girlfriends.

Friendly love promotes friendships, but godly love purifies and protects friendships.

Every friend carries a friendship.

The most viable seed of life is the seed of love... which is the seed of friendship.

Friendship is the hands of love.

Whom now would I love, and who would love me?

Love, I have always found, is most intense when its object is unworthy of it.

For even at such a tender age I knew that there is always a lover and a loved, and knew which one, in this case, I would be.

I believe this angel cries out, What is this that You are so interested in and fondly affectionate toward? What is that little thing that is constantly on Your mind-the total focus of Your plans?

She still said nothing and I purposely did not look at her because I did not wish either to press her or to embarrass her. I was in love with her, and my heart went out to her as she tried to fathom her own feelings. I felt like saying: Don't bother to explain, darling. I know it all. Instead, the calculating side of my mind was at work: the side that plotted carefully, planned to get what it wanted and nearly always succeeded.

My mother was Eveline Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So as you know, she simply adored chairs.

My mother was Evelin's Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So you know, she simply adored chairs.

I like you very much as a person," he said […] "I think I'm going to like you just as much as a woman." "I hope so," she answered with equal formality. "We may have to go a lot of places together.

She was his potchke, his fleutchke, his notchke, his motchke, his everything that the speech of St. Botolphs left unexpressed. She was his little, little squirrel.

When you truly love someone, you can't just be their friend.

Sometimes we have to hide our feelings, because the people we have the feelings for, may never understand how much we care about them.

Love isn't complicated, they love you or they don't. Or they want to be with you or they don't, it's that simple.

Sometimes love is unfair, the more you sacrifice, the more you hurt. And when you've given your best to someone you love, it seems not enough..

We fight. We cuss. We kiss. We hug. We text. We talk. We argue. We laugh. We smile. We love. Thats just us..

Sometimes love is so unfair, the more you sacrifice the more you hurt, and when you've given your best to someone you LOVE, it seems not enough.