Affection Quotes

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

True love finds its own waysTo spread goodness, always.

In literature, as in love, one can only speak for himself.

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

Things are just things, they can't bring back the dead.It just makes me feel better. - Hiiragi

This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the skyfall, to pluck the cloudsfrom their beds with itswhipping winds

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

I grow weary of the loveThat lasts for a nightWhen it should be thereThe next sunrise

Although I love elegant parties, dancing and dining and spending the night with a sweet woman in my arms, my life belongs to literature.

The best thing about being a writer is that 'work' is always something you love, plus usually accompanied by tea, coffee and cakes of some sort.

I Don't Write Because God Gives Me A Fresh Word Everyday, I write Because of The Words He Has Already Spoken Yesterday That Changed Today.

People who want to change everything in the world but never think of changing themselves are clapping with one palm.

I don't write poems to melt your heart.I write them, so our heartscan melt together.

Real poetry is art at its purest sense. It is never a commodity, but a breath of eternity.

Jacinta never told Penelope that she loved her. The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

Sometimes you take all my words away from me.

Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.

Everything you mean to me, I can't put into words, because when you're as perfect as you, no amount of words will do.

We never stop loving, No matter what we say, because we say just empty words, to keep our hurt away.

Most of the people share quotes and wordings not because they follow them or absorb for life but they knows by share it i can be notice as a wise person.

Paint me perfect poetry.

I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...'I love you'.

A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.

With every line he teaches her, the world grows a little wider. She had never known before how words could sing, how a turn of phrase could unlock a window in her mind.

In politics no permanent friends, no permanent enemies but permanent interest.

It was the way she looked at me the whole time. That look said more than she ever could and, in turn, scared me more than her words alone ever could.

Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?

I write in seconds. I don’t stop. I don’t think. I simply write and when it comes, it flows and it makes sense because it’s genuine. I don’t understand thought-out poetry. It doesn’t seem real to me.

A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough, I knewI was in love.

Often someone else's words can provoke us to memories both painful and sweet, and remind us of things we should have learned, but sometimes forget.

Love writes without words.

I write these words to touch you, My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

One word can turn into a book just as one poem should never be overlooked.

Sometimes we don't get second chances. Sometimes things just end.

The weight of your words is more important than the volume of your voice!

Patroclus, ' he said. He was always better with words than I.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.

One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

ahthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell.""It sounds evil.""It is, " I answered, and we parted.

Once words have been said there is no way to un-say them

When words lose the value... nothing is left!

Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt. Lies. Words hurt. The words we remember. Well, the hurt feeling the words caused stays with us forever.

Joy lurks in every mundane thing, just waiting to be found. Love is impervious to reason. And words are wonderful.

The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.

They say actions speak louder than words, but in some cases, words hurt a lot more than actions ever could.