Quotes About Emotion

Othman willed her face to turn to him. He could see she was anxious, uncertain, but recognised within her eyes a hunger for him.

A corrupt sweetness lined the back of his throat, a taste of nightmare.

Rav thought the forced smile on Bayard's face was full of cracks.

Shem noticed a reserve in Daniel's tone, a stony reticence that had not been there before.

She felt as if he'd touched her feeling somehow, held them and looked at them, and then put them down again, for they did not hold his interest for long.

The panaroma of life revolved about him in a swirl of color and feeling.

Oh, Enniel, face reality. Shemyaza is no ordinary being. What would burn you or I might simply be the beat of a lover's body to him.

She saw his face properly for the first time. It wasn't cruel, but it wasn't kind either. It was dark and terrible and beautiful.

Whatever my jaded heart feels, my instinctive desire to survive is much stronger.

Othman doesn't have a hold on me, just an unwelcome presence now and again.

Tamara's heart clenched in her chest, a desperate muscle.

Do you want me, Rufus?" Khaster asked coldly. "If so, forget it. You needn't bother showing concern for my well-being.

Blue is the colour of strong passion and creativity, while green associated with the heart is seen as representative of generosity and kindness.

This man could not be human, but at that point, Louis did not care.

Sofia sat down, giving an impression of outward composure, though within she fought the same maelstorm of emotion that showed plainly on Salamiel's face.

That face had beguiled princes and kings. It was older now and had lost the soft prettiness of youth, but Tayven Hirantel was still beautiful, his eyes almond shaped and dark, his cheekbones high. He had the look of a cornered animal.

My mood swayed between a desire to weep and a cool, steely anger.

It was as if she needed and wanted something from Ays, but would not speak plainly about it, or even off signals of a definite nature. He was sure it wasn't simply love or protection she was after, but something more profound, which she was perhaps unable to define herself.

Memories were perhaps sweeter than reality.

My heart was beating so fast, I could actually hear it echoing in my ears, and my face felt on fire with excitement.

No woman had aroused him as much since Ishtahar. Perhaps she was really telling the truth about herself.

He glanced at Aninka, his eyes alight with the kind of excitement she did not want to see.

Behind my closed eyelids, the world was red and black, shot with flames and blood.

He's beautiful," she said, an inadequate response in comparison to the strange lurch she felt in her belly. The eyes of the portrait seemed to stare right into her: "He looks sad." "That was painted just before he went to Magrast for the first time. He wasn't happy about leaving home.