Affection Quotes

There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.

There is so little time. We need to make every moment count.

I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.

Where loyalty bound creatures together, they became something larger, something new and whole and inexplicable.

Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.

You are a pool of clear water where the light plays

The prince says that the world will be saved by beauty! And I maintain that the reason he has such playful ideas is that he is in love.

But maybe you see beauty in me because you are beautiful, not because I am.

He loves Thee too little, who loves anything together with Thee, which he loves not for Thy sake.

Love is the sweetest melody of the soul and anything can be catalyst for that.

Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

When you’ve found the right one - when you see him, when you’re with him - you’ll feel like you’re coming home.

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

A pure heart does not demean the spirit of an individual, it, instead, compels the individual to examine his spirit.

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

Our pets are our family.

The real test of love is loving those who we feel are the hardest ones to love.

I have loved him too much not to hate

Because when you’re laughing, there is no other emotion in that moment except for joy.

It is only through my daughter that I have come to realise that a life without femininity – devoid of mystery, emotion, gentleness and the unerring power of a woman’s love – is no life at all.

The inner emptiness is the door to God.

It is the heart that has been pierced that feels the most.

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

Book sense makes sense because someone has gone through it before and able to share it with you. Your job is to listen and discern.

Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.

In music, in the sea, in a flower, in a leaf, in an act of kindness... I see what people call God in all these things.

We are to love God most importantly so that we can grow to love people as he loved us, not so that we can feel more divine and worthy than the worldly.

I want to suffer so that I may love.

Suffering shapes the life force, sometimes into anger, sometimes into blame and self-pity. Eventually it may show us the wisdom of embracing and loving life.

A pure love is a selfless love, but can desire ever be selfless?

Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.

To love oneself is to struggle to rediscover and maintain your uniqueness

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man's heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.

People who are filled with hate don't know how to handle love.

I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it sis my duty ... This is my highest and best use as a human.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

What good is there in being blind, you ask? Well, maybe it's to see the beauty on the inside without being vainly distracted, or superficially blinded, by the ugly on the outside.

Some people feed you with love.

There comes a moment when the silence between two people can have the purity of a diamond.

I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.

Love hurts worse than getting slammed by a 250-pound linebacker.

Your attitude toward others, work, and your daily life is a reflection of your attitude toward God.

In Chinese love stories the one who loves always starts by borrowing a book from the beloved.

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

Love is a power which produces love.