Affection Quotes
Be careful how close you get to someone... It just ends up hurting more than not having no one to love to begin with.
But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
For a full two hours, he stood at that door, a cloud of uncertainty ruling his mind. Damian felt like his heart was about to burst. Could she love him? Was it really true?
That is fundamentally the only courage which is demanded of us: to be brave in the face of the strangest, most singular and most inexplicable things that can befall us
I don’t know what makes people start wanting each other any more than I know what makes it stop all of a sudden. I just know that when you lose it once, you’ll never take it for granted again
I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.
You mean to tell me you're mourning the loss of someone who never existed?
...People are not one-dimensional. People do not live on one plane...
Paco, we are all so much more than our faults, aren’t we?
Take solace in that, regardless of the fact that the love you had in your mind was lost, it was fairer than any, and you can take that with you forever.
I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.
The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.
In other words, I was a moderately happy penguin who was occasionally attacked by sadness.
He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.
But I’ve learned that sometimes, somehow, no matter how much time we spend apart from the ones we care most about, our love for them never fades, for time apart only makes our love grow stronger.
We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.
That’s how it felt – that the loss of him had a life of its own. I lived with it as I could have lived with him. Some nights it was quiet and sometimes it pounded on my door.
If she lives, she shall be my wedded wife. If she dies--mother, I can't speak of what I shall feel if she dies." His voice was choked in his throat.
Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way, " Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.
You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.
Reshuffllng of thoughts - facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock!
Someone carries my belief that raises hope in me, but flame didn’t last for long
When stupidity reaches its highest level, we act rubbish knowingly
If he didn’t love so deeply, he couldn’t grieve so deeply. But he’s drowning in it.
When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.
I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad.
Love is infinite. Grief can lead to love. Love can lead to grief. Grief is a love story told backward just as love is a grief story told backward.
Then she said, with piteous defiance, "If I could love her, the Good Lord could, and he won't be too hard on an old lady who didn't have an easy life.
You couldn’t make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn’t assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.
You wrote in a poem, “I love your body, ” as if love was for you embodied in the senses, and yet more than the senses together, an enveloping sense itself sensuous, as if all the body made sense.
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
What peace it must be to know that someone is yours, no matter what - it is ordained, can never be otherwise.
That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.
If you love someone and they vanish, you are left nodding like a zombie and throwing teacups at a wall.
This is what it means to love someone. This is what it means to grieve someone. It’s a little bit like a black hole. It’s a little bit like infinity.
She would always love him. But she would not cease to function because he was gone
I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searching for the light of your closed eyes
Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.
No one has ever held me so tightly. It's a shock to matter this much. It isn't like arms are around me, it's more like a house, as if he has made a house around me. As he did around Tommy.
And yes, being lovesick is like being in mourning. Because you die, because your future dies and you with it...There is a hurting time. It lasts for so long. But it gets better. I know that now.
When the dream that was no longer can be, you have to dream a different dream.
My heart is broken and I grieve, for I have known love. Your heart is broken and you grieve, for you have not.