Quotes About Emotion

I always try to keep that feeling of being on the edge. I'm afraid of knowing too well and seeming mechanical.

I love Manchester. Everyone knows that - I have said it many times. Manchester is in my heart.

No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girl's heart.

I cry at Kodak commercials.

I really love that 'I Can Feel the Heart Beating as One' Yo La Tengo record a lot.

Music is music; you don't have to put a label on it.

Human sexuality is not always about being labeled. It's about having a human moment, an emotion.

Music should come from the heart. It should happen. That should be automatic, and if you labour on creating music, it will not have soul.

All my labours were very different, but that moment when you look in your child's eyes for the first time and that feeling of love wooshes into every part of your being was the same for all of them.

Love is the mortar that holds the human structure together.

I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn't smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead.

You know, I've lived a long time," he told me, massaging my calf more firmly now. "And I met a lot of people. But I ain't never met a woman made me want to beat her to death as often as you.

Kiss me....Cassie....Like you mean it.

You love me?" He just looked at me for a moment. And then he reared back his head and laughed, a rich, mellow sound, unreserved and unashamed. " No, not at all. I regularly battle gods for women I dislike!

But his face was drawn and his eyes were pained as he looked down at me, and there was a strange expression on his face: defiance and fierce pride and something that looked like wonder, all jumbled up. And suddenly, I wanted to stab Lawrence all over again. I killed him for you , I thought, staring upward. " I know.

It should have really ticked me off—the conceit of it, the more than a hint of possession, the presumption that he could just walk into my bathroom anytime he liked and— And I didn't care. I wanted to turn in to the feel of those hands,wanted to sink into all that warmth, wanted to preen like a cat being stroked, wanted— Wanted. And it scared the hell out of me.

I see you." You always did, I thought, watching sparks dance in his eyes.

The guy appeared to be on the verge of tears. "Zere is no more bread," he confessed tragically, like someone admitting witchcraft to the Inquisition.

It's beautiful, dulcea??," he said, his tone awed. "Do you see? Beautiful." "What is?" "The snow. The night." His arms tightened. "You." I eyed him warily. "Thanks?

It didn't matter what my heart said, I reminded myself. My heart told me stupid stuff all the time. My heart should just shut the hell up.

Have you lost your mind?" "No. It got scared and ran away.

Then he suddenly looked back at me. "I see you." You always did, I thought, watching sparks dance in his eyes.

the idea of facing down the god of war made me feel incontinent

Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God .