Affection Quotes

I am who I am, love me If you can, hate me if you want

When you hate something, you chain yourself to it.

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.

Sometimes the people we love make us hate some other people we love.

Trust doesn't need any proof, its always hypothetical.

They love without measure those whom they will soon hate without reason.

Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It’s the indifference I don’t know how to process.

They say love and hate are closely tied, that they can turn at a moment’s notice.

Oh, well, she decided as her eyes began to close, it is better to love foolishly than to hate bitterly. I hope I am wiser than I was and more kind.

Hatred only tarnishes the soul that carries it.

Love only serves and does not calculate. Love gives without expectation, while hate carries an endless tally of debts. Hate controls everything it touches, but love sets everything it touches free.

I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.

How would your life be different if instead of spending your energy and focus on hating those who hate you, you spent your energy and focus on loving those who love you?

You hated what we had done, and it had meant so much to me. I hated you after that.

Love and hate are practically the same thing.

Probably no purer incitement to hatred existed, Lydia had found, than being told of anyone or anything: you will love him, her or it. The spirit immediately rose up like a fanged cobra.

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you, " I said softly."I love you, " the voice whispered back.

My old man taught me to never trust anything that bleeds for three days and doesn't die.

There was a flicker of something in Greta's look. I couldn't tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness.

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.

If you love somebody set them free- it also works equally well if you hate somebody

If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced me through years ago.

Hate and love were both conceived in fear, perhaps that was why they were nearly the same thing, but only one was steeped in hope.

Experience has thought me that there is only one short step between Love and Hate, as there is between Life and Death.

world is small to hate but very big to love

I try to construct a theory of how a moral person should live in these circumstances, and how such a person should love.

Small streams of hatred can quickly lead to unstoppable, horrific things, so [people] should stand up to any type of persecution or discrimination, whether bullying or malicious gossip.

If I had to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. On the last page I should write: "I recognize only one duty, and that is to love.

It's not enough, and so limiting, to teach the simplistic value of a designer's material wear. Give children the gift of values that will last far beyond [a] fad's temporal popularity.

There is no enemy that respect and love will not conquer. The moral authority for survival comes from respect.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

The termites of reduction have always gnawed away at life: even the greatest love ends up as a skeleton of feeble memories.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.

A thousand moments lost because you took them for granted, just because you expected a thousand more.

So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.

Every time he tries to fly high, but his memories always hold his broken wings.

Her grandparents’ house was an old crammed up space just like all the others there, but to Sofia it had the luxuries of a palace and the reverence of a church.

The day might come when I had nothing but memories, and the choice of whether to indulge my romantic side and wallow in them, or my cynical side and reflect on the reliability.

For me, there is a strange beauty in remembering.

I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summertime, a thousand memories

Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!

Time can heal and time can help forgive and forget because in time the memories fade. The time will go so slow so fast and love will stay if it's right.

When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.

Taking time to create memories will stamp moments that will forever be etched on your heart and on the hearts of your children.

I write because I can remember and to keep those memories alive. I write for pleasure. I write because I must.

Some Memories are better be destroyed.. you never know when do you fall in love with someone, and when you're kicked out.. it's life, crazy enough!

Only if the human mind had a Garbage Collector.But then, do we know what references we still hold on?

Things don't always end up the way we planned but it doesn't mean the plan wasn't magical while it lasted.

A pure white puppy followed on the girl’s heels, barking, and the girl laughed in the breathless, drunken way of children as she ran into the hallway.