Quotes About Emotion

She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.

Love makes a person do strange things.

Love brings about passion and passion is always marketable.

Love is not something you plan, it just happens.

Between Italy and France, I have chosen Luca Marin, the love of my life.

Tenderness and lust are just immature little brothers of love. Yes of course it was lust... but I'm not sure how evolved or resolved that lust was.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.

Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.

I just think love is stupid.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

We put our faith in love.

What you call love does not sound very beautiful.

His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.

Had God created Love to make pain feel even worse?

Love is Fallen.... Like *FALLEN* ANGELS.

I'm in loooove with this boy, and when you in love with someone, you don't give up on 'em, mo matter what.

Love is a kind of possession. It's a poison.

The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered with a single four-letter word that has been inscribed over and over, on every available surface. Love.

And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back.

Love doesn't attack; it infiltrates.