Affection Quotes

Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh away the years that came between.

Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.

If I could sleep with my arms around you, the ink could stay in the bottle.

I know it sounds so simple but Love Is All There Is.

I stand, and wait among the sea foam. I swim in my own tears-I sing without my voice. I do not reach for higher ground, because I have lapped in the churning waters.

Sinto que há uma estranha eternidade naquilo que amámos e foi destruído.(I feel that there lies a strange eternity in that which we loved but has been destroyed.)

My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.

We treat what’s lost, what could have never been, what we could have never dreamed of, again. We treat it like heirlooms for it is so precious. For we know it can be lost, again.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

I hate the way the world feels when love is gone

This is another awful truth of losing people you love: everyone needs something different. And the needs almost never match up.

Their world seemed made of little losses. she was always having to say goodbye, part with something. A brilliant sunset. A blossom. A sweet feeling.

If you love something, know that it will leave on a day you are far from ready.

I was the last of the four Dresden dolls. Only me... and I didn't want to be here.

The sun was hot and bright. A day for fishing, for swimming, for playing tennis and having fun, and they put my Christopher in the ground.

Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.

The things left unsaid to people we care about, and the void those unspoken words leave, often have more impact than what is said.

After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.

Perhaps it is worse when love has flowed freely to find it one day dammed.

One small decision can shape an entire life. Sometimes, if you're lucky, the biggest hardship can lead to your greatest blessing. It just takes time to see that God works in mysterious ways.

Love and loss come in equal measure.

Sometimes we hold the world in our hands, but in our greed for more let it fall, losing everything that we once had.

Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as as I start to run?

I wanted to pretend for just a little longer that I was whole again. Happy. Then I'd figure out how to pick up the pieces and move on.

Pages burnt, memories buried, I wakeor think I'm awake. Or dreaming still?

Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as I start to run?

I don't know about the first steps in a geography of loss, and I know that it's unmapped. I know that we all have to go by ourselves.

Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangible evidence that Varen had loved her.Expect...he didn't anymore.

You loved her, " Isobel

Love came from all directions. On paper, on screens, in dishes and words and deeds. We’re thinking of you every minute.I’m sorry.We’re sorry.We’re so sorry…

Dare my guilty heart admit the horrible acknowledgement that I love you still?

I miss you so much. Maybe if I say your name over and over again, it will eventually feel wrong to me. Like a word you write too many times suddenly doesn't look right anymore. I will try that.

Nothing is lost that love remembers.

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

A healing heart has no time frame.

You used words, discarding them meaninglessly, without thinking, whereas I thought they held meaning. I found what you will never see: that my love resides on the other side of words. - Broken Places

I do not want to eat or drink, or i will lose the taste of you in my mouth

The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.

Then you know. You know what it's like to love someone like you love yourself and lose them.

With time one ages, and with age one comes closer to their end. With time one builds a family, a house, a name and with age one learns to live without them.

We put our lives on hold for people who so easily forget about us.

I've decided. The next time I cry, it'll be for "someone special", and it'll definitely be "tears of happiness.

I'm going to move on, while carrying these feelings with me.

I still wonder what made him leave. Were they my demons or his own?

Saying goodbye to someone you love isn’t really the hard part. It’s living every day, not being able to say anything to them at all.

The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.

They are dead. We are dead. It is over.

Can anyone actually find a replacement for a lost loved one?Isn't there a difference between things and human beings?