Quotes About Emotion

I could write to you, because everything I wanted to say was forbidden. You haunted my dreams, my every waking moment.

Pharinet was nineteen years old, alone and in love. Once Valraven had left her world, she realized this forbidden feeling had been within her for many years, disguised as something else. She was appalled: at herself and the strength of the emotion. This was the sea made manifest in her body, churning and heaving.

There was so much unsaid about our history; so much pain contained there.

I felt Beth flinch against me, and longed to reach for his hand, but I wanted to betray no sign of weakness.

He wished he was made of stone, and did not have to feel anything.

I love telling stories, so I was hopelessly seduced.

There was a purity to the performance, a stylish reserve, which provoked only a feeling of sadness within me.

I shrugged, slightly unnerved by the feverish joy in the other girls' eyes.

How could their passion have become so warped, so blighted?

After the woman had left, Tamara felt as if she'd met someone with whom she was destined to fall in love.

Daniel found that even a serpent can weep tears.

She drew attenuated figures, wreathed in flowing hair, wearing his face. She drew a naked man, cupping his genitals in his hands, offering them like a sacrifice. That was perhaps her own magic.

You cannot speak, so I must ask myself a question that I know is in your heart.

Sudden squalls of wind seemed to talk to him, pluck his hair in a spiteful way.

She felt he knew where Owen was, and was savouring the knowledge; something she didn't have.

Her gaze was without heat, but held the power and might of the ocean itself.

That look on your face did not seem to me to be one ever worn by a wife. If it was, I might even be induced to marry someone.

He laughed to lessen the sting of his sarcasm.

A wall had come between them, a soft wall of Ellony. How could it hurt this much?

Ah, Tayven, we are not together and I am not swooning in your embrace, ready to spill all. I see through your wiles.

Fear had an anatomy. A curious thought. It had genitals, a bladder and bowls. That was where you felt fear. Not in your head. It was between your legs. It affected your excretion. It emptied you. It turned your bowls to water. It is disgusting.

Put her in any situation that was even vaguely new and personal and she was lost; her pale, almost translucent skin and auburn hair seemed to signal everything she was feeling. She may raise her chin in proud disdain and even curl her lip in an emergency, but nobody was likely to be fooled if she glowed the colour of a midsummer sunset.

you fantasize too much. It will make you dream. Dreams will turn to hopes. Hopes will turn to longing. Longing will turn to despair. Despair will turn to laughter. And laughter will get you in trouble.

A meow massages the heart.