O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
My dearest dearest dear Albert sat on a footstool by my side and his excessive love and affection gave me feelings of… — Queen Victoria Copy Share Image
O the anguish of that thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them, for… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
So if you can understand my intentions and I tell you all my secret wishes.Then will you return my affection? When I… — Tami Chynn Copy Share Image
