Affection Quotes
Love doesn’t exist, you see. It’s just another shadowy figure that goes bump in the night.
But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)
This love beyond time and space, it knows only it's own truth." Immortalis Amor, Darkest Secrets
For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.
Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him in.
Even knowing, as I do now, that grace, power, and, yes, love can hide the darkest elements of the human heart, I would do it all again.
I thought you had forgotten me.”“I have spent my life remembering you.
You can never replace someone you love like that. Eventually the memories won’t be so hard on you. With time, the memories will make you smile and you will be grateful for having them.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost
He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.
For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.
In this city of loveYour memories tinkle like an anklet My heart rhymes melodies to its tune And affection shines like a droplet
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true death, " - John Carstairs
Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.
We can free ourselves from the old stories that have reduced us & allow real love for ourselves to blossom.
It is the touch of a lover's arms that I so desperately crave, not the memories of a love no longer mine.
The first time he saw her she reminded him of a distant memory of falling from a height.
Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.
Now when the flowers are in full bloom, It is the ashes from the past that hidden loom.
You should just keep your mouth shout! It gets very tedious having you make a snarky comment about everything that someone says in this group.
That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.
As long as Simon didn’t think about the past, the past couldn’t hurt him. But, increasingly, he couldn’t help himself.There was too much pleasure in the pain.
I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.
In the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. And when you leave, don't forget why you came...
I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice, but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.
I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait
The memory of his voice made her feel warm and happy, though she could not explain why
And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.
I would give anything to have that memory back--to see what it was like between us when we loved each other enough to believe it was forever.
No one can soothe my inner being like you. No one can make me look to the future with such excitement like you did. No one can understand me, fulfill me, fit me like you did." ~Emma Ranstein
The feelings that still linger, decade after decade, aren’t just the residue of a love lost. They are as real as the first day I told her I loved her." ~Corbin Jones, Voice of Innocence
Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.
He thought of his remembrance of Jordan, thought of how it hurt to even look at Isabelle and Clary. Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.
How unfortunate is the guy who does not live in the extravagant memory of an infatuated young woman.
Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.
She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.
To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.
when it comes to youit belongs to youand, when it belongs to you, it is your.Take care of your challenges