Affection Quotes

I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I'm not around to tell you so.

Art is what gets us beyond what is real. It makes reality more real. It also shortens the distance we gotta travel to see how connected we are.

To draw something is to try to capture it FOREVER, if you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change

And I bet it's harder than people think, isn't it? Everything looks so simple from a distance. Then, the more you look, the more you see. And that's when you have to rise to the challenge.

Creativity is one of the highest transmissions of love.

You were born an original work of art. Stay original.

Love is an art and this love lacks artists.

I'm a peasantI'm the muzhikA pest you're destined to play the musicAnd yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'mIndebted to rest respecting it truly

gurl, if you were a flower I will plant you in heart, watering you with my blood and cover you with my body.

One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.

Nor that he's regarding my face with the same intensity I am his. We're two paintings staring at each other across a room.

Just as art is art regardless of the colors, a human being is so regardless of race.

Art is love made public.

By encouraging the critic in themselves (the hater) they have killed the artist (the lover).

With you, it's... I don't even know how to say it. It's like you're a work of art. Every time I'm with you, I see something new. Something beautiful.

How lucky I am to lose sleep over such a work of art.

You'll live through my words and my pictures, and I'll live somewhere the skies are blue.

Art contained an undefined mystery that spoke to her soul.

A chord that becomes a melodious delusion, In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted, In yellow I existed, with digoxin’s deadly illusion, Like Van Gogh’s stars in a bright night untainted.

She was in awe of all his work. 'How do you do it?" she asked.He smiled and said, 'By loving you.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Don't just create art to make money. Make money so you can create more art. (Exchange any words you want for 'create art' and see if it fits).

Yes, she is.” His eyes remained on Olivia, but she wasn’t aware he was watching her. “With art, I believe anything created with profound heart is captured compulsively beautifully.

The serenity of the lulling ocean is a wondrous thing to behold..more precious than the gems coveted and covered in platinum or gold...

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

You are the Poem I dreamed of writing, the Masterpiece I longed to paint. You are the shining Star I reached for in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled. Yes, I am Blessed.

Soft on the neck of either dove love's hands let slip the reins: and while we look for light of love, love's twilight wanes...

Everything is fair in love and art.

Hard and dry, a chickpea is inedible.Hard and dry, a heart is unlovable.Presoak it in dance, music and art.

A heart favours love, a head favours work, a heart and head both favours hobby.

My early and invincible love of reading--I would not exchange for the treasures of India.

Love is quite like reading, I expect. Once you know how, you can't ever imagine not doing it.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

And then I keep reading, anyway—but not just because I like the story. I like knowing that I'm touching her with my words. That they're crawling in her ears as she sleeps.

Leave me alone, Do me a favor, abandon me, I want to think about, You me and the idea of forever.

Reading brings us unknown friends.” — Honoré de Balzac

The greatest treasures are books.

Where there is no love, put love -- and you will find love.

A wise woman knows when to stay silent. However, a wiser woman of faith knows that sometimes words can win the battle, when all odds stand against her.

Gratitude and love are always multiplied when you give freely. It is an infinite source of contentment and prosperous energy.

And your own heart generates enough pressure as it pumps blood throughout your body that it could squirt blood up to 30 feet. (I’ve never tried this, and I don’t recommend it.)

True love is deep spiritual affection.

Deep spiritual affection is divinity of two souls but oneness in spirit.

The amount of abhorrence that departs, that much of ‘Pure Love’ arises. When abhorrence goes away completely, then Pure Love arises in totality. This is the only way.

When there is not a trace of worldly love that is called ‘absolute ultimate love’ [paramarth prem]!

There is no problem if the other person pushes us but we have to make sure that we do not push the other person. Only then will we obtain the love of the other person!

One can become ‘Embodiment of Love’ [Prem Swaroop], only when there is no my-ness [mamata].

The fruit of worldly love is indeed revenge (vengeance).

No one asks about the truth and non-truth. Should one not think ‘why don’t others accept it even when I am right?’ It is because there is insistence and nagging behind that truth.