Affection Quotes
It's better to be loved than feared, but if you can't be loved, then fear will do.-Dino quoting Machiavelli
Love opens your heart, trumps fear, and paves the way for healing in all aspects of your life.
And the great question for mankind is what is to be loved or hated next, whenever and old love or fear has lost its hold.
...we can say we love each other if my life is better because you're in it and your life is better because I'm in it.
Do you know what the difference is between Friendship and Love? Friendship is the photograph, Love is the oil painting.
I preach that odd defiant melancholy that sees the dreadful loneliness of the human soul and the pitiful disaster of human life as ever redeemable and redeemed by compassion, friendship and love.
There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.
A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.
Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.
Discover your deep inner-self and from that place spread love in every direction.
The problem is simply finding the right person. Ask Plato. Just make sure she finishes your thoughts and you finish hers. That's all you need.
There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.
His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.
No, I'm putting it away, trying to buy a house for my family. The goal is to use the money to move into a big house, so my daughter can have a garden.
The person one loves never really exists, but is a projection focused through the lens of the mind onto whatever screen it fits with least distortion.
Life is more fragile and precious than I can comprehend, but believe me, I'm trying.
She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.
You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.
Who has the courage to set right those misperceptions that bring us love?
The events that occur in my life are workout situations. They are there for my benefit so I can become strong and gain wisdom and information by working my way through those situations.
The one person who will never leave us, whom we will never lose, is ourself. Learning to love our female selves is where our search for love must begin.
The degree of our spiritual strength will be in direct proportion to the time we spend in God's Word.
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Love is like that, fragile and light. No wonder it rests upon our hearts in intangible moments, bids us follow fleeting thoughts and ideas and pursue our abstract imaginings.
When you trust someone, you don't need to know everything.
Maybe that was the price of loving someone: you lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.
Both men and women remain in dysfunctional, loveless relationships when it is materially opportune.
A woman's love for a man is half animal passion and half hate. The more a woman loves a man, the more she hates him.
I'm not perfect. Remember that, and try to forgive me when I fail you.
We've all lost something along the way.
If you love someone, they leave you. But if you don't love someone, they leave you, too. So your choice isn't between loving and losing but only between loving and not loving.
She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
...real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.
But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.
Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged, and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.
My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.
Businesses, like babies and books, need nurturing, time, energy, love, planning and, yes, money to develop, grow and prosper.
The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.
I wish I could say that everything I do is for God’s glory but I can’t. And neither can you. What I can say is Jesus’ blood covers all my efforts to glorify myself.
