Quotes About Emotion

A kiss on the head! you really are a passion wagon!

Mom was crying while she cooked, salting domesticity with anguish, the recipe of her life.

That" — Jacob took my hand in his and squeezed — "that would be ideal." He didn't let go. Neither did I.

Let the glossy spreads have their heart-stopping, head-turning kind of beauty. Give me the heart-filling beauty instead.

Now, I crashed headlong into my Denial.

How could you let the best thing that's happened to you go just like that?" "He was a good thing, Karin. A great thing. But not the best thing.

Leilani smiles. I'm surprised she knows how. For a second i'm certain she's isn't like Rosa

I tell her I don't have a broken heart. It's still beating, the blood still moves around my body; it only aches when I remember to breathe.

When I'm with you the world stops spinning for a moment and I lose myself completely."-Master Noah to his submissive Emilia

If nature refuses, indignation will produce verses.

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

When she started crying, all he wanted to do was hit her.

in a way love is all there is that's why love is so hot

Time steals from us the capacity to be smitten, does it not? It slowly but surely washes away all your enthusiasm and deposits uncertainty in its place.

A wise man once said, it's not the despair that destroys you, it's the hope.

It's sheer spitefulness to allow mortals to love because everybody dies but the love they cause to be in others doesn't die with them. Therefore love is the cause of the greatest sorrow therefore love is the greatest evil.

And belief, like love and sleep, is something you can't do anything about. You can't make it come if you want it, and you can't make it go if you don't.

It's how I do things. First, despair. Then hope.

it's not the despair that destroys you, it's the hope.

A thought is as vivid as an act, to a lover.

I recognise your body in liana; your expression in the eyes of a frightened gazelle; the beauty of your face in that of the moon, your tresses in the plumage of peacocks... alas! Timid friend- no one object compares to you.

akuntala must go to-day; I miss her now at heart; I dare not speak a loving word Or choking tears will start. My eyes are dim with anxious thought; Love strikes me to the life: And yet I strove for pious peace— I have no child, no wife.

akuntala must go to-day; I miss her now at heart; I dare not speak a loving word Or choking tears will start. My eyes are dim with anxious thought; Love strikes me to the life: And yet I strove for pious peace— I have no child, no wife. What must a father feel, when come The pangs of parting from his child at home?

The tears would choke you, sweet, in vain; My soul with victory is fed, Because I see your face again— No jewels, but the lips are red.