Quotes About Emotion

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.

Did we choose love, or did we choose ourselves?

I look at you, angel and I want you so baddly. I want to be with you, listen to you, talk to you. I want to hear you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want to sit next to you, breathe the same air, share the same life. I want to wake up to you like this every day forever. I want you.

You didn't see him watching you dance with your dad. His eyes got all shiny. I thought he was going to cry. And on the way up here, in the elevator, he tried to play it off, but I could totally tell he was nervous.

This is torment for me, Eva. I can't focus. I can't sleep. I lose my temper at the slightest irritants. I'm in hell without you.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love.

If I lose you, Eva," he said hoarsely, "I have nothing. Everything I've done is so I don't lose you.

That sensation of being caught—claimed—challenged me on the deepest level.

Eva: Do you know why I chose your ring? Gideon: Red is our color. Red dress in limos. red fuck-me heels at garden parties. A red rose in your hair when you married me.

Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive without you, Eva.

There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

You make me happy," he said, in the deep firm tone he used when making an unswayable decision. "I'd forgotten what that feels like. Don't devalue what you mean to me.

Would the day ever come when I would see her and not feel the earth shift beneath my feet? She

Angel, if I needed you more I couldn't function.

There's no work involved in fucking you, angel." His slow smile was pure satiated male. "I'm grateful for the privilege.

I love you, he murmured, his fingertips brushing my tears. Do you feel it? Yes.

He's a Sentinel. An angel created to hunt and punish other angels. He was designed and built to feel no emotion, to function almost like a machine. One mission, one purpose, no deviations. But he's deviated a lot over the years. Now more so than ever before. And he's paid the price. He's paying it even now.

Dark and intense. Powerfully magnetic and hotly sexual. Yes, I knew how he was.

He rubbed the spot over his chest that ached for Jessica. "And her regard will never alter or diminish. She knows the worst there is to know about me, yet she loves me in spite of my mistakes. No … I would say perhaps she loves me because of them; because of how they've shaped me.

As he'd told me once, he had been the recipient of many I love yous over the years, but he'd never believed them because they hadn't been backed up with truth, trust, and honesty. The words meant little to him, which was why he refused to say them to me. I tried not to let him see how it hurt me that he wouldn't say them. I figured that was an adjustment I'd have to make to be with him.

I love your control. It turns me on. He caught my fingers in his teeth, then released them. I know. But when you lose it... I sighed, remembering. It drives me crazy to know I can do that to you, that you want me that much.

Estoy enamorado de ti —susurró. De entre todas las cosas, ésa era la única que iba bien. Y era suficiente.

he pulled her hand back up and set it over his heart) This tightening in my chest that you can't see? That's something I've never felt before. You've got something no one else has. You don't have a shortcoming, sweetheart. You have an advantage.

I knew what I risked by loving a mortal, but I wouldn't change how I felt about Lindsay even if I'd been given the option to. She was everything to me. The reason I pushed through every day and looked forward to every night. The reason I might one day lose my wings.