affection

Don't you try and go through life worrying about if somebody like you or not. You best be making sure they doing right by you.

Alessandra approached the geniuses of the past to give them life with her attention, which was the form her affection took: paying attention.

Outwardly, other than her hair, she had not changed much. She was still more or less the same cool, aloof woman who garnered more respect than affection. On the inside, however, it had been impossible to return to the person she used to be.

What Douglas had once seen as the attractive over-confidence of youth, now looked more like unyielding selfishness.

No man can protect you like your father, No women can love you like your mother.

Whatever time mother goes to heaven, it is always too soon. Fortunately, she is forever.

The match I struck shall not run deadYou__e my first inhale, my last cigarette.

How do you ever hold on to anybody?

Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.

She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.

Unknowingly, he prepared me to survive the rest of my days with the way he shielded himself from emotional vulnerabilities that slowly destroy the rest of us.

Divines are generally agreed that sin radically and fundamentally consists in what is negative, or privative, having its root and foundation in a privation or want of holiness. And therefore undoubtedly, if it be so that sin does very much consist in hardness of heart, and so in the want of pious affections of heart, holiness does consist very much in those pious affections.

A woman who has found her match with respect to depth of soul and who has quenched her thirst with her children is no different than the women of Paradise, and the home structured around such a person is no different than the gardens of Paradise. And it is no wonder that her children, who grow up savoring affection in the shelter of this paradise, will be no different than heavenly beings. Indeed those who are fortunate enough to be raised in such an atmosphere of affection will live in state of otherworldy joy as if they have been exalted to the heavens, inspiring high spirits all around through their smiles.

Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like kissing one's sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

My relationship with him was defined by these complex emotions, this mixture of gratitude and resentment.

...... Love is physiologically a legal battle lovers fight until death".

.....Her eyebrows are the living example of nature.