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A woman's life is a history of the affections.
A woman's life is a history of the affections.
The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.
The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.
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.
He who does not see the angels and devils in the beauty and malice of life will be far removed read more
He who does not see the angels and devils in the beauty and malice of life will be far removed from knowledge, and his spirit will be empty of affection.
The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain; to show them we read more
The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain; to show them we love them not when we feel like it, but when they do.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
I never met a man I didn't like.
I never met a man I didn't like.
Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.
Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.
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.
