Quotes About Emotion

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

Only a heart that knows how to love can ever be broken.

I would not have imagined that love himself would have such a fatal blow this.

It's just the love for her in my heart that is morphing into this madness and how can I run away from it? Sometimes I want to when I can't bear it anymore, but where will I go?

It was as if the rare joy that had formed in my heart was replaced by a pale shadow threatening to engulf me at that very moment. Victory didn't matter now. She did!

No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.And precious.

It's not a romance, it's a love story.

Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?

The slowest kiss makes too much haste.

Caine might have smiled at her, had his heart not been breaking to smithereens inside of him.

We're not mad. We're inhabited

I was feeling like I was floating two inches above the sidewalk every step of the way. Feeling, almost, a magnetic pull back towards her and I wondered at all, if she felt it too.

Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

He knew his words could not convey the impossible love he felt for her, so he held her stare and hoped (prayed!) she would understand the immensity of it all.

Real affection does not see anything in terms of 'rights', nor does it even care if it is reciprocated. It merely waits by the door and hopes."From 'A Walking Shadow

L'espoir est la chose la plus difficile à tuer dans le cœur d'une femme amoureuse.

If you cannot love me, I will die. Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?

I loved my mother too, ' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does.

He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.

Death is inevitable passion is eternal