Quotes About Emotion

I hold him in my arms most of the time, whether he's awake or asleep, because I'm so in love, I don't want to set him down. The depth of my feeling is inconceivable. I can barely fathom it. I never knew such love was possible. He's the most beautiful thing in the universe to me, and I can't stop staring at him…adoring him….

I wanted to say something, but what? There were no words to describe what I felt or what I wanted. All I knew was that I was overcome by a desire so profound, no amount of self-discipline or control was powerful enough to stop it.

you're going to tell me to stop crying and get over it.

also know that I can't protect him from pain. Pain is part of life, and we have to deal with it when it comes.

I think of my son. I remember him as a baby in my arms—the sweet smell of his soft head beneath my lips when I kissed him good night before setting him down in his crib.

and she would always love him, but deep down, they had nothing in common. She had to be honest.

Love is our greatest achievement. Don't ever forget that. Don't squander it. Seek it. Experience it. Savor it every day that you can,

Our eyes met and I felt a surprising ripple of pleasure run through me.

Sometimes it seems remarkable how certain moments of our lives stand out from all the others with striking clarity, and are burned into our memories forever.

I know guys aren't supposed to cry, but I cried a bunch that night. And I guess that's when I decided being good at something didn't mean you had to do it. Just 'cause something's easy doesn't make it right.

I think of part of myself as a very passionate person, but I don't think that comes across. I don't know where it comes from, that reserve or veneer of British niceness. But it doesn't bother me if other people don't spot the passion. I know it's there... As long as Blake knows.

I think of part of myself as a very passionate person, but I don't think that comes across. I don't know where it comes from, that reserve or veneer of British niceness. But it doesn't bother me if other people don't spot the passion. I know it's there.

Sometimes I'm so sweet even I can't stand it.

Once in a while I experience an emotion onstage that is so gut-wrenching, so heart-stopping, that I could weep with gratitude and joy. The feeling catches and magnifies so rapidly that it threatens to engulf me.

Love, real love, the kind that you fall in, isn't like Corinthians. The "suffereth long" and "is kind" nonsense. It's like the Song of Solomon. It's jealousy and fire and floods. It's everything that consumes.

She was backing away from him now. Don't go, was his first panicked thought. Followed by: Hurry up.

I love you so much i can hardly tell my own heart from yours anymore, and I've never said it to another woman in my life as it's never until now been true.

I don't know,' he said irritably. 'Is it meant to improve you?' She swiveled toward him, eyes wide with shock. 'Because nothing could,' he added. Her mouth dropped in astonishment. Blotchy scarlet rushed her complexion. One would have thought he'd shot her. Oh dear God! He realized belatedly how wrong it had sounded. 'No! God... that is to say.. nothing is necessary to improve you. Nothing could possibly make you better... than you already are.

I love you," she murmured. The words ... it was as though an entire sun had exploded in his chest. He'd been ridiculous. His thrashing thoughts, his grand confusion and torment and helplessness -- it was only love, had always been love, he supposed. It was no precipice he stood at, or rather precipices have little meaning when one finally acknowledges that one has wings. Connor stepped off. "I love you, too." Such grave, inadequate words for what it was he felt.

He'd meant to take her apart with a kiss. How, then, did he wind up in pieces?

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

Then he did a strange thing. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my palm." "I died. That was like the sweetest thing.

My name, from his lips. It still made my heart leap.