Quotes About Emotion

I want you. But I'm scared to say it out loud. And it sucks because I've always been someone who always says things out loud.

Love… is friendship. A deep, lasting foundation that you both decided to set on fire.

Love is a bonfire. It's every kind word. It's every sincere apology. It's every compromise.

When it comes to youI can't help myselfI've never been thisattachedto someone's flaws

A Relationship Should Come With An ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Sign.

When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer's dream.)

My love for you it sings, It cries My love for you it dreams, It wake'sMy love for you it gives, It takesMy love for you it lives, But never dies.

As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.

The last thing she'd wanted was anything as complicated as a relationship, for it felt as though there we're though complication in her life already.

And if her heart was breaking with every step she took, at least he would never know.

The only loss is the love did not express.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

There are pieces of you that will always be with me.

What is deeply felt is never lost.

There's a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

Stop, she shrieked, stop trying to make it easier. But we do not love each other. We never have... You mean, she screamed, you have never loved me.

I was moved by her emotion, but she was unable to say the one thing I longed to hear. She couldn't say, "Whatever you do, Mineko, please don't stop dancing." The system wouldn't allow it. When I stopped being a geiko I would have to stop dancing.

You have only to see what you see and feel what you feel.

He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.

În literatur?, oamenii elementari, cu pasiuni puternice, dominaÈ›i de un singur viciu sau oarecum maniaci, par vii È™i autentici. CeilalÈ›i, mai ales oamenii buni, blânzi, inteligenÈ›i È™i, în primul rând, oamenii preocupaÈ›i de probleme morale, par fazi, f?r? contur, lipsiÈ›i de personalitate. În fond, literar vorbind, sunt neinteresanÈ›i.

Et s'il y a eu des jouvencelles pour s'éprendre d'étoiles, pourquoi ne pourrais-tu pas, toi aussi, t'éprendre de moi?...

On the outside, there is all the coquettish pantomime; inside there is the desperate, longing woman.

Tina nods sagely and says yes and then something in Plautdietsch, probably something like heck yeah do we ever know what sad is. Sadness is what holds our bones in place.