Quotes About Emotion

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

We tire differently if we love or love not.

What does it say? Does he love you madly?

I love artists that just do what they do with so much passion and emotion.

Love is best a phantom than reality, better in the chase than caught.

Love is a flame neither timid nor tame.

I like to hear songs which can lay it all on, songs which can look at the dark side as well as the bright side, sometimes they can be as strong as each other. Love and hatred are close.

Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?

Yesterday I was playing Beethovens fifth, because I love that.

Only your mother could find you attractive, and only your mother could love you.

There are some books in which every poem is a facet of the same thing. So the book is like a piece of music. And there are books of poems that I love so much that I carry them around with me.

Me + Love Songs on KOST=embarrassing car jam sesh.

Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.

Love. The great destroyer of worlds.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.

I believe in love. I think it just hits you and pulls the rug out from underneath you and, like a baby, demands your attention every minute of the day.

She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.

That's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person

Love makes life a little brighter

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.

You know how hind-sight is 20/20? Love is when you look back and wouldn't change anything.