Love — something you do — is not inextricably linked with the word "love," maybe especially within close families.
T.S. Eliot once wrote:
There's no vocabulary
For love within a family, love that's lived in
But not looked at, love within the light of which
All else is seen, the love within which
All other love finds speech.
This love is silent.
To which John Updike wrote:
Adults know more than they are told. They know when they are loved, and did even in eras when "love" was not the obligatory catchword it has become…We must trust our parents, our children, to hear us even in silence, in an age that fears silence.
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Higgins’s choice to specialize so intently is unique to the Finger Lakes and might be a bit of a shock to some consumers, although The blahs continued into the second half, where TFC came out fighting and United, as it has all too often, was hung over and drowsy after the break. Give them coffee Tommy! (And please, no Red Bull.) United woke up for the last twenty minutes, but for a handball in the box they would have lost the game, and that would have felt like a catastrophe. As it was, it felt like an unnecessary, but at least entertaining, tie.
Jane Austen said something very similar.