Affection Quotes
I am wishing of a memory, where you gave me everything you hadand where I offered you the pieces that were leftof me.
Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.
Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!
you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.
Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that’s all the luggage you take with you. Love and memories are what last.
I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.
Sometimes the hardest part of growing it is not the responsabilities you might get, but it is to lose the essence of love, and never find the way back to where it was.
Sometimes the memories seemed too much and I couldn't understand how I'd stayed so calm when these things actually happened, but lost my breath in the shadowy remembrances.
It is true that in life, precious moments my simply fly, But deep in our hearts and souls, they will never die.
Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.
Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.
It's about quality, not quantity. It's about the memories, the bond, the love. It's about the heart.
Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.
Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes.
I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.
He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!
...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
Love heals: there is no infirmity of body, mind, heart or soul that can withstand unconditional love.
I could take revenge, i could give pain, But i do not know how to be such a cheapSo hurt to one, i love you more than my life to whom always i speak
I missed Eve so much I couldn't be a human anymore and feel the pain that humans feel. I had to be an animal again.
Humans by nature are promiscuous. Loyalty is an aberration!
Love's core purpose is to always inspire us to become more wholesomely ourselves because of love's experience.
Humans seek connection above all else, and we are willing to destroy things to attain it.
Can they love? Or is it a bit of code meant to get a reaction from humans? Can anyone tell real love, in a bot or in a human?
You are a reader, and therefore a thinker, an observer, a living soul who wants more out of this human experience.
A person who wants to know everything eventually comes to a stage where his/her curiosity of knowing everything comes to an end and that is the stage of Enlightenment.
In this world it is not possible that everyone will follow your steps. You can't change some one and some one will not change their lifestyle because of you.
You're like this...this goddess pretending to be human... And I don't know which one I love.
Love Has No Color.... No Race.... Love Is Pure And Divine But Only A Little of Us Are Able To Preserve It's Purity.... Sadly, In This Digital World, Purity Is Rare To Find In Human....
A human who learns, and practices the art of love as does divinity, is no longer human.
Few people when meet first time they feel that meeting each other was the purpose of their life.
