There was no demonstration of love I could read as a little boy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.
There is no love that is not an echo.
There are no rules when it comes to love.
Physical circumstances have very little to do with either our capacity to love or to attract love.
In life, there are no perfect affections.
I never heard 'I love you' as a child. I never felt pretty or cared for.
There is no love which does not become help.
Babies did not attract me, and I was altogether without the maternal sense so highly developed in small and adolescent girls.
Children are like little angels - there's no way you can't love them.
When he was born, I looked at my little boy and felt an unconditional love I never knew was inside me. As he grew, and I watched him stagger about, squeak his first words, and turn into a beautiful little boy, that feeling did not change.