Quotes About Emotion

He moves in, standing close without touching. He doesn't need to. I sometimes think our atoms are so glad to see each other that they send little messengers back and forth, ferrying desire, strength, and love between the islands we are.

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me...

And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

So what's the big picture about our lust for sex? We're not trying to acquire something. We want to feel something: Alive. Electrically, intensely, blazingly alive. Good. Bad. Pleasure. Pain. Bring it on--all of it. For people who live small, I guess enough of that can be found in sex. But for those of us who live large, the most alive we ever feel is when we're punching air with a fist, uncurling our middle finger with a cool smile, and flipping Death the big old bird.

Ah, ka-lyrra, I look at you and you make me want to live a man's life with you. To wake with you and sleep with you, argue with you and make love with you, to get a silly human job and take walks in the park and live so tiny beneath such a vast sky. But I will never stay with another human woman and water her die. Never. --FROM THE (GREATLY REVISED) BLACK EDITION OF THE O'CALLAGHAN Book of the Sin Siriche Du

I always thought fainting showed an inherent weakness of character, but I understood it now. It was an act of self-preservation. Confronted by emotion too extreme to handle, the body shuts down to keep from running around like a chicken with its head cut off, potentially injuring itself.

Is there anything love couldn't make us do? --MARTIAL, C.E. C.40-104

Love is funny. Even though you don't have that person anymore, you still have the feeling. You didn't lose your LOVE. You lost the tangible, tactile, sense-sational ability to experience the person or animal you lost.

He is my vulnerability

Love hath no pride.

Grief was a silenced wail that had no beginning or end, just a long, agonizing middle.

Nothing touches her. To be touched is weakness.

He gives me a look. I'm not even looking at him and I can feel it.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.

He was furious with me. I didn't care. He was back. He was alive. My heart did a flip- flop. I thrilled to his presence. I would anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances. No matter what he was, what he'd done.

Emotion apparently made fools of even geniuses.

He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he tries not to laugh.

I'm restless, bored, and invisible. A dangerous thing for any woman to be.

My need for sex seems directly proportionate to how much emotion I repress, and I'm repressing violently today.

Don't confuse intensity of emotion with quality of emotion

I feel what's in you, and there's nothing light about it. I know the dark side. I live there, for fuck's sake. Emotion shapes power. Terrible power comes at a terrible price. Shut it the fuck down and get your bloody emotions in check, Ms. Lane.

Master to slave: when he says "Fuck me," my body softens and I get wet. It's visceral. Inescapable. I love the way he says "Fuck me," as if his body will explode if I don't touch him, slam down on him and take him inside me, meld our flesh together in that place we both find the only peace we ever know. Out of bed, we're a storm. In bed, we find the eye.

You loved me." It wasn't a question, but he answered it readily. "I do. More than life. My heart. I didn't just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn't live. And I couldn't breathe without you." "Are you a man who has more than one heart?" "Nay. Only this one. But it's bitter and dark now from the pain I've brought you.