Quotes About Emotion

You know the expression 'puppy love'? There should be a term 'kitty love.

love is nothing but an overrated emotion that brings nothing but pain to those unfortunate enough to suffer from it.

You give me pleasure unspeakable, unimaginable. And I wasn't avoiding you,' he spoke into the softness of her hair. 'At least, not voluntarily. I was giving you the chance to end the physical relationship, to end the honeymoon if you wanted to.' He pulled back to look at her tear-wet face. 'You don't want to, do you?' he realised huskily. 'Never!' She buried her face against his chest.

Her laughter began low and quiet then rose in pitch and flickered all over the room, like blood splatter.

Crush. It's a word for something temporary. Something that weights you down and makes it hard to breathe. I don't have a crush on you now, I thought. I just plain love you. Good old reliable love.

And it isn't creepy. It's romantic.

You're whiplash, she whispered.

Stephen was holding his glass of tea so tightly it squeezed out the bottom of his grip like toothpaste and landed on the table.

The letter, crumpled in her purse, felt as large as any Rocky Mountain.

Fall in love with me, Gary! She thought. Please. Please sit here holding me and think there's nowhere on earth I'd rather be than here, and no girl I'd rather have in my lap than Beth Rose Chapman!

I had hardly ever seen Great Granny Webster at that time, and yet her feelings interested me. She was little more to me than the silhouette of a formidable old woman dressed in black who appeared occasionally at family gatherings and made us feel that she was taking a dangerous risk with her upright spine when circumstances forced her to bend over and kiss her great-grandchildren.

They had always seemed to Brenda antiseptically unaware that such a thing as romance existed.

My body might not be ready for love,' she sighed, 'but my heart is.

Your biography becomes your biology"—if

Sometimes love blinds a person to like, and although love is important, like is just as much so.

Oh. My. God. he murmured as it all ended in a crescendo complete with beautiful sparks and all the bells and whistles of fantastic makeup sex. Five full minutes later he propped up on a an elbow and kissed the tip of her nose. Can we fight again tomorrow? She smiled up at him. I was thinking of starting an argument right now.

His heart found something that it doesn't want to live without, he whispered.

I can't help it when I'm around you. You don't have any idea how beautiful you are or how you affect a man, do you, darlin'?

His lips met hers in a long, lingering, passionate kiss that made her knees go weaker than ever before. His big hand held her head firmly as he deepened the kiss. Forget the damn coat. All he had to do was kiss her about every two hours and she could run through the snow naked as a newborn baby and not even feel the cold.

Grief was the same, no matter what caused it.

She didn't care what common sense said, she wanted him to kiss her again.

Love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck

Love—the real thing—was what she wanted. What is the real thing? the voice in her head asked. It's trusting whoever you are in a relationship with to love you unconditionally even if you're damaged, she answered.

You've got to do what your heart tells you.