Quotes About Emotion

She had on a blue bonnet, and with a pair of lovely eyes of the same colour, has contrived to make me feel devilish odd about the heart.

Cinta bagai udara. Tak berbatas. Tak bisa dipotong-potong dan ditaruh ditas, saku atau peti. Kita tak bisa hanya mengambil sepotong cinta, karena kalau begitu kita selalu menemukan orang yang potongannya lebih besar

Sözcükler, tek baÅŸlar?na insan? k?rmaz oysa. Yaralayan bunun arkas?na saklanan ikiyüzlülüktür.

Che errore pensare all'odio come qualcosa che infiamma. E' l'amore che arde, l'odio può soltanto raggelare.

To his surprise and suspicion, she smiled.

Phillipa, my heart, my blood, my everything, will you for God's and my sake marry me?

He had no breath, no being, but in hers, she was his voice; he did not speak to her. But trembled on her words; She was his sight, For his eye followed hers, and saw hers, Which colored all his objects-he had crease to live within himself; She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts...

What?" she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. He shook himself. "What what?" "You're smiling. That scares me.

I would have to agree with you." Aden looked down into her chocolate-colored eyes, and time simply Ã¢â'¬Â¦ stopped. Sweet Saint Andrew

Please say you'll marry me, Kit, because you're breaking my heart.

You want Felicity. And you're trying to buy her.' Deerhurst shoved him backward. 'What if I am? How is that different from you keeping a place you don't want just so you can hang about her? I've seen how you look at her.' Rafe shoved back, hard enough to send the earl staggering against the wall. 'Don't start something you won't be conscious for at the finish.

You are the closest I will ever come to magic.

So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.

I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: Oh My God Oh My God.

He announces that lately he keeps losing things. Like your wife and child, I want to say, but don´t. At fourty, I´ve learned not to say everything clever, not to score every point.

All my life I have had my best experiences when I have responded to material with my heart before my mind.

The writer's job is to write the screenplay and keep the reader turning pages, not to determine how a scene or sequence should be filmed. You don't have to tell the director and cinematographer and film editor how to do their jobs. Your job is to write the screenplay, to give them enough visual information so they can bring those words on the page into life, in full 'sound and fury,' revealing strong visual and dramatic action, with clarity, insight, and emotion.

All musical people seem to be happy. It is the engrossing pursuit, — almost the only innocent and unpunished passion.

I was busy falling in love at first sight. So I had to stare. That's what you do when you're falling in love at first sight. You go into soft focus, and romantic music starts playing in the background.

You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.

As long as you understand the difference. People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

I'm losing my mind without you." His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. "I can't think. I can't work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

You hit me the instant I saw you. he said, gruffly. I couldn't look away. I wanted you immediately. Excessively. Almost violently.