Affection Quotes

I'll say I love you, Which will lead, of course, to disappointment, but those words unsaidpoison every next moment.I will try to disappoint youbetter than anyone else has.

I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my versesand my heart is closinglike a fist.

But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it.

Our love was bornoutside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the rootsknow your name.

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary.For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

I really don't know what "I love you" means.I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

part memory part distance remainingmine in the ways that I learn to miss you

All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.

Everything is all right, When you’re here, When you’re right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don’t leave me, Don’t leave me empty handed.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola, mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable.

And medecine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.

ولأنني رغم القبور..ورغم موت الأرضأرفض أن أموت

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.

On I’ll pass, dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so bigand by no one needed?

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.

Love me in actions, not in words.

Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness, because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

I have no words — alas! — to tellThe loveliness of loving well!

¡Los suspiros son aire y van al aire!¡Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar!Dime, mujer, cuando el amor se olvida¿sabes tú adónde va?

Let's get loosewith compassion.Let's drown in the deliciousambiance oflove.

Know that we have met before and that we will meet again. I will find my way to you in the next life, and every life after that.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do""Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.

July 4th fireworks exhale over the Hudson sadly.It is beautiful that they have to disappear.It's like the time you said I love you madly.That was an hour ago. It's been a fervent year.

Crystal ball and candle light, I want your dance tonight. Show me the power of love as we stand together in the middle of the night.

More or Less Love Poems #11:No babeWe'd neverSwing together butthe syncopationwould be something wild

How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

Language has not the power to speak what love inditesThe soul lies buried in the Ink that writes

The townspeople took the prince for deadWhen he never returned with the dragon’s headWhen with her, he stayedShe thought he’d be too afraidBut he loved her too much instead.

Love does not claim materialistic possession of any kind, it yields complete freedom.

Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.

Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.

We made love outdoorsWithout a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.

One cannot make bargains for blissesOr catch them like fishes in netsAnd sometimes the things that life misses Help more than the things that it gets.

We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.