Quotes About Affection

A precocious private high school student whose life revolves around his school competes with its most famous and successful alumnus for the affection of a first-grade teacher."—Rushmore

Applause is a quick fix. And love is an acquired taste. Sincerely, Donald Miller

I'm glad I'm sitting down, Guido. You make my knees go all wobbly.

He looked at his wedding ring, twirled it around once or twice with his thumb. What pleasure it gave him to touch it, as though it were some sort of cult object, invested with magic powers, always near at hand, like a friendly spirit.

The center of my earth is you

As I stood with her on the platform - she impatient, tapping her foot, leaning forward to look down the tracks - it seemed more than I could bear to see her go. Francis was around the corner, buying her a book to read on the train. 'I don't want you to leave,' I said. 'I don't want to, either.' 'Then don't.' 'I have to.' We stood looking at each other. It was raining. She looked at me with her rain-colored eyes. Camilla, I love you,' I said. 'Let's get married.

yet isn't it always the inappropriate thing, the thing that doesn't quite work, that's oddly the dearest?

Sometimes when I saw him at a distance – fists in pockets, whistling, bobbing along with his springy old walk – I would have a strong pang of affection mixed with regret. I forgave him, a hundred times over, and never on the basis of anything more than this: a look, a gesture, a certain tilt of his head.

I wanted her to know just how much I loved her while also letting her know that she bore not one particle of blame for not loving me back. But I wouldn't say that. It was rosepetals I wanted to throw, not a poison dart.

Safe trip. I love you. No kidding.

like a stray dog hungry for affection, I felt some profound shift in allegiance, blood-deep, a sudden, humiliating, eyewatering conviction of this place is good, this person is safe, I can trust him, nobody will hurt me here.

And though there was something pathetic about it—taking comfort in her left-behind things like a puppy snuggled in an old coat...

a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

She raised up on tiptoe and gave me a cool, soft kiss that tasted of Popsicles. Oh you, I though, my heart beating fast and shallow.

ominously—a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

I was so haunted and stirred even by her plainness suggested – ominously – a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

Go see him again why don't you, said Bunny, take him some flowers and tell him you love Plato and he'll be eating out of your hand.

love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

and though it's a bleak thing to admit all these years later, still I've never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did.

and my love for her was really just that pure, as simple and steady as the moon.

I wanted her to know just how much I loved her while also letting her know that she bore not one particle of blame for not loving me back.

I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you." How

Darling, darling. I live in you, and you would die for me. I love you so.

Love will have its sacrifices. No sacrifice without blood.