Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?
I'm an affectionate person.
I foster a sorrowful conception of affection. Make no sacrifices.
Our love of what is beautiful does not lead to extravagance; our love of the things of the mind does not make us soft.
It is a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy.
We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.
Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.
I am a little bit of a softie, yes. Actually I don't think it's softness, I think it's kindness.
There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.
I utter this word with deepest affection and from the very bottom of my heart.