Quotes About Emotion

You have infiltrated me completely, you make me feel alive Harlow, and I love that feeling. I have had my heart walled off for so long, and you have melted it so I can feel again. ~Beckett

Would you die for her?I do. Every Day.

I love you, I've loved you for years and I'll love you for years more. It's not something I can fight, it's not something I want to fight.

Music is what I love to do it's in my veins.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Being in love is the best thing in my life.

Love is the intuitive knowledge of our hearts.

Jean Thompson's short-story collection 'Who Do You Love' is a beautiful book, but a hell of a sad one.

Making love is, simply put, poetry in motion.

Nobody can take what I love away from me. I would like to believe that love is the only energy I've ever used as a writer. I've never written out of anger, although anger has informed love.

'Endless Love' is such a perfect love song for a wedding or for a Valentine, because that is the committed kind of endless love. All the lyrics are perfect.

It was love. It was lust. It was just between us. The passion, the desire, the fire. The way we held on in so little time and his eyes when he saw me for the first time.

I cannot quit your love without dying.

When your emotion finds a true expression in other person, he's your soul mate. Never leave him!

The impulse to touch her and all the life in her was something I had to check regularly.

You've got something that I don't have. Innocence. Ur eyes express it, & I can read everything in them". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

Love and Hate: both are four-lettered and both involve passion. And sometimes when love turns into hate, passion grows murderous.

She felt powerless to withstand or deny him. He was altogether too much for her, and Bathsheba seemed as one who, facing a reviving wind, finds it to blow so strongly that it stops the breath.

How true is the observation that unrequited love turns to deepest hate.

Passion warms up the soup of love cold in the vessel of the soul

I got lost In your ocean-green eyesAnd I drownedIn the sweetest desireOf your warm gazeWave after waveWith no chanceTo survive.

Tonight I've set my body on fireI've burned my fingers On your chest and absAnd as the flame Continued consuming me I blew my air kisses All over youUntil I've heard The explosion.

The word love has been so abused by publicity and advertisements that we no longer know really what it means.

The kiss grew into so much more than anything that had come before, unfettered by a time that strived to contain passion, born from perceived loss and glorious gain.