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Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the read more
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at read more
Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends
You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you read more
You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.
Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.
Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; read more
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscope.
A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all read more
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish,--all duties even.
A woman's life is a history of the affections.
A woman's life is a history of the affections.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
