'What is terrible, my sweet one?' She sighed deeply. 'To have no more life of my own! It has all gone — to you! And yours has come to me! Is it not strange and almost sad? How your heart beats, poor boy! I can hear it throb, throb — so fast! — here, where I am resting my head.'
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Quotes tagged ‘affection’
I cannot say it properly! There is no language for my heart! If I could tell you all I feel, you would think it foolish, I am sure, because if is all so wild and strange.
Love you? Ah, yes! More than my life!
Then came a touch — soft and sweet as a rose-leaf pressed against his lips — and for one moment he remembered nothing — he was caught up like Homer's Paris in a cloud of gold, and knew not which was earth or heaven.
His brain was in a wild whirl — the glitter of the stalactite cave turned to a gyrating wheel of jewel-work; there was nothing anymore — no universe, no existence — nothing but love, love, love, beating strung hammer-strokes through every fibre of his frame.
He loved her! The terrible, beautiful tempest of love had broken over his life at last; there was no escape from its thunderous passion and dazzling lightning glory.
He felt as though he were endowed with a thousand senses — each one keenly alive and sensitive to the smallest touch, and there was a pulsation in his blood that was new and beyond his control — a something that beat wildly in his heart at the sound of Thelma's voice or the passing flutter of the wh…
To show affection was a sign of weakness; the only thing worth demonstrating was strength.
Every friendship travels at some time through the black valley of despair. This tests every aspect of your affection. You lose the attraction and the magic. Your sense of each other darkens and your presence is sore. If you can come through this time, it can purify with your love, and falsity and ne…
And shall I ruffle the sweet leaves; shall I crush the tender petals? Or shall I simply transform them, from pansies into roses, — from the dream of love, — into love itself?
You’re an enemy to girls You’re a target to guys A wall that can’t be climbed A holy perfection
You’re an enemy to girls You’re a target to guys A wall that can’t be climbed A holy perfection
You’re my Déjà-Boo I definitely saw you somewhere But it doesn’t matter when I saw you I don’t even remember where I saw you Try to remember, please girl Of course it’s all a lie
I like your eyes I like it like that I like your lips I like it like that I like everything about you
Lyndon loved everybody, and more than half the world is women. I do know that he wanted me the most.
Let me rest in your love. – But no, – love will give me no rest.
You have witchcraft in your lips...there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council.
I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.
I miss who I miss so badly that I do not care about anything.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.