Quotes About Affection

It is primarily the love of ourselves as destiny, the affection for our own destiny that can convince us to undertake this work to become habitually detached from our own opinions and our own imaginations (not to eliminate but to detach ourselves from them!), so that all of our cognitive energy will be focused upon a search for the truth of the object, no matter what it should be. This love is the ultimate inner movement, the supreme emotion that persuades us to seek true virtue.

18 «Nell'esperienza di un grande amore tutto ciò che accade diventa un avvenimento nel suo ambito» (R. Guardini, L'essenza del Cristianesimo, Morcelliana, Brescia 1980, p. 12). 19 «La vita dell'uomo consiste nell'affetto che principalmente lo sostiene e nel quale trova la sua più grande soddisfazione» (cfr. san Tommaso, Summa Theologiae, II IIae, q. 179, a. 1).

How come,' Big Angel said, 'we never kissed?' 'Kissed?' 'Don't families kiss?' 'Like, brothers? Kissing?' 'Why not?' They pondered the new possibility.

Do gringos kiss?' Big Angel asked. 'Some,' Little Angel said. 'I know guys. Kiss their dads.' 'Everybody kisses moms, though.' 'Kissing moms doesn't count. It's required.' 'Right, right. If you don't kiss your mom, forget it, man.' 'Right? You don't get to heaven if you don't kiss your mom.

She reached for him, Cruz Chavez, the only man who had ever pressed his face against her and listened to her heart.

What is love, in the beginning, if not this mapping out, this settling into the other's undulations?

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It cannot, indeed, be denied, that a good man is more worthy of love than a bad one.

Volto à família: um ambiente duro em casa não prepara para enfrentar a dureza da vida, como alguns preconizam. Ao contrário: para saber defender-me no terreno violento em que vivemos preciso ter uma sólida raiz de afetos.

Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!

I think that a certain hunger for him came first and was followed by a feeling of tenderness, gradually increasing, for a person who aroused such hunger and then satisfied it. Maybe that was what I felt for him that I thought was love.

Filled with the joy of love, I gave up sadness.

The article ends, however, with a cautionary emendation of the opening statement about affection: nowadays many people make love, it says, who do not love each other, or even have any affection for each other, and whether or not this is a good thing we do not yet know.

Então é isso: cada dia eu gosto de você de um jeito. E se a gente junta tudo que é jeito vê que gosta bem grande, vê que é amor.

The measure of love is to have no mean, the end to be everlasting.

The true coronation of character is love. The true test of love is self-sacrifice. He knows not how to love who knows not how to suffer for love's sake. The love that costs nothing is worth—what it costs.

I love you Aurora Eden you are so unpredictably predictable!

True love survives all shocks: an affection originally produced by admiration for unusual beauty may not only survive the loss of that beauty, but may become more intense if the beauty has changed into ugliness through causes that bind the lovers together in tender associations.

Love isn't always a feeling. Sometimes it's a decision.

She loved him, and her heart was breaking. If she had known how much it hurt to love someone, she never would have given away her heart. But it wasn't a question of giving as much as falling.

Talí." It was the only thing Seregil could think of that encompassed everything he felt right now. Alec smiled. "You called me that by accident the first time, remember?" "Unthinking, perhaps, but no accident." Alec's cheeks went crimson as he declared softly, "You're my talí, too.

He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, love, if you will." She obeyed, then froze halfway over the threshold. "What did you call me?" "The first of countless endearments if you'll but stir yourself to hold our current course.

He lifed his head and looked down at her seriously. "Could you," he began, then he had to clear his throat. "Could you learn to be fond of me?" he asked. "With enough time?" She looked at him in surprise. It was the first time in all their acquaintance that she'd heard him sound the least bit hesitant. "I don't need to learn anything," she said, before she thought better of it.

The Dalai Lama teaches that the self lies somewhere beyond our bodies and our minds. He preaches that human nature is essentially good. Only the affection of a mother allows a child to survive. Only the baby's affection for his mother drives him to feed from her breast. This shows, the Dalai Lama explains, that we are born into compassion and sustained by it. So our essential nature is compassionate.