Quotes About Emotion

They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.

Love was the hardest thing. Don't let anyone ever tell you different.

If I ever have sex with someone I might be able to develop a sense of humor.

It is always a poet's winter.

Can I paint you?" Finn asked. Megan blinked. "Okay, that's basically the last thing I ever thought you were gonna say.

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You don't need words just one kiss, then another.

What made it special made it dangerous, so I bury it... and forget.

You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies.

How could you leave me when I needed to possess you? I hated you, I loved you too

You don't wanna hurt me, but you see how deep the bullet lies

He pressed his forehead against mine, stared soulfully into my eyes, and smiled. I smiled back and was about to drag him inside my room, when his smile turned to a grin and he chuckled. Then he guffawed, and seconds later he was leaning against the wall, holding his stomach, laughing and begging for mercy. So much for the famous unruffled calm of the British secret agent.

I have tried many times to express my feelings, but at each attempt, I find myself tongue-tied.

Goodbye -- Because I love you.

Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains. And spools of thread.

Miranda Sawyer had a heart, of course, but she had never used it for any other purpose than the pumping and circulating of blood.

It is very funny, but you do not always have to see people to love them. Just think about it, and tell me if it isn't so.

They say that your eyes contain fire, that your face fills with light.

Male or female, what did it matter, really, when the body yearned?

I have to believe he will do as he promised. Yet the truth is that I trust him because of the way he snared my fingers in his. That is the worst reason of all to trust, but my bitter heart will not stop singing its recklessly giddy song.

Annoyance and pathos warred in my breast, and after a short struggle, annoyance punched pathos in the snout like the voracious shark it was.

Even in societies vastly different from America's, common facial expressions like happiness, fear, surprise, and shock are the same.

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch.

She paced her room all day, tossed sleeplessly in her bed all night. At dusk, she sat in her window and poured all her longing and desire into her songs, hoping he would somehow hear her and return. And he did.