Quotes About Emotion

Tennyson's poems: "Once he drew with one long kiss my whole soul thro' my lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

No puedes decirle al corazón a quién tiene que querer.

Do you know that I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world the moment I saw you?

It shouldn't matter when I fell in love with you. Or how. All that matters is that I did.

You learn to move on without the people you love.

She laughs and looks out the window and I think for a minute that she's going to start to cry. I'm standing by the door and I look over at the Elvis Costello poster, at his eyes, watching her, watching us, and I try to get her away from it, so I tell her to come over here, sit down, and she thinks I want to hug her or something and she comes over to me and puts her arms around my back and says something like 'I think we've all lost some sort of feeling.

I wasn't acting on passion. I was simply acting.

Her need is so immense that you become surrounded by it; this need is so enormous that you realize you can actually control it, and I know this because I've done it before.

You should never mistake affection for … passion

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say I love you I love you I love you while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? (But isn't that what people do?)

he looked at me with such vehemence that I felt like a blip, a fart, in the course of his life.

When you love a book it loves you back.

Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest. 'What do you do?' 'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?' 'Why not?' She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams. 'Because... I don't know,' she sighs. I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.

You are a fucking ugly bitch I want to stab to death and play around with your blood," but I'm smiling.

Confusion and hopelessness don't necessarily cause a person to act.

Lover? se asks, her voice reminding me of someone human.

and before I can stop it I find myself almost dazzled and moved that I might have the capacity to accept, though not return, her love.

The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together I'll burn alone.

Listen," I say, my voice trembling with emotion, "have whatever you want but I'm telling you I recommend the Diet Pepsi.

Love cannot be trusted.

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say 'I love you I love you I love you' while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

someone I liked was offended by something I loved. I can't listen to "Manic Monday