Affection Quotes
Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.
I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.
Communication is not so much about what you say, as what you don't say.
The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.
It doesn't sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it's possible, I know it's not going to happen
It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.
That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.
He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.
As you can see marriage is about putting away selfishness and taking on the concept of teamwork.
They stared at each other, wanting each other, drawn to each other, but their silent shout of love went unheard in the roar of misunderstanding, and the clatter of culturally ingrained beliefs.
Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.
The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.
Because he says he can't stand you and you act like you can't stand him, and whenever a man and a woman behave like that toward each other, it usually means something's going on.
Having the right attitude is fundamental to being an effective leader.
If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?
Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.
I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.
As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I can't help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.
We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.
You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.
She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear.
Aren't you getting tired of people hating one another? What do they think they get out of it?
Religion is tied to the deepest feelings people have. The love that arises from that stewing pot is the sweetest and strongest, but the hate is the hottest, and the anger is the most violent.
A novelist's characters must be with him as he lies down to sleep, and as he wakes from his dreams. He must learn to hate them and to love them.
and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.
It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget.
If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.
Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.
Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.
And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.
I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.
I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.
