Quotes About Emotion

We're taught to expect unconditional love from our parents, but I think it is more the gift our children give us. It's they who love us helplessly, no matter what or who we are.

Scars are stories, history written on the body

We're taught to expect unconditional love from our parents, but I think it is more the gift our children give us. It's they who love us helplessly, no matter what or who we are.

The eyes those silent tongues of love. —CERVANTES

I nod. I don't speak. His eyes rob me of words, they seem to draw the air from my mouth so that I can barely breathe.

and he kneaded her.

People in love always make fools of themselves.

I do want it. Very much. I love him." Camilla sighed into another smile. "I know. I believe he loves you too." Rose shook her head. "He has yet to say it." "Men always feel it long before they say it, my dear. They're a little slow that way.

That was delightful." Grey chuckled, flashing a lopsided grin that made his eyes sparkle like aquamarines. "You make me feel…" "Yes?" He shook his head, surprising her with the degree of awe and self-consciousness in his expression as he drew back, and helped her down from the table. "That's it. You make me feel." Rose smiled and kissed him. It wasn't exactly a declaration of love, but he was getting closer. It would do for now.

It can be really powerful to write something when you're sad.

You're cold, Virginia. How have you let yourself become so cold?

I think Jonathan loved you before ever Clarkson did, Martitia. That first day when I lifted you down from the gig in front of our house here at Centre, Jonathan's face showed a new heaven and a new earth.

Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else.

And the time to say it was days ago, perhaps weeks ago, but it was never said. Like the fireflies she used to keep in Mason jars, the promise of its telling had glowed intermittently. "I love you," he said. And now the fireflies shone with a constant light.

Ben smiled for the first time all afternoon. It was nice to see. When he deigned to flash his pearly whites, Ben went from sullen boy to charming young man. I much preferred the latter.

The mental Images were liquifying So I could no longer separate what I was recalling from the past from what I'd seen in detailed photos that afternoon. Like life. I've long suspected that many of my memories from childhood Are actually drawn from old pictures, That they are composed of snapshots, A mosaic of celluloids Images reworked into a remembered reality. Kodak cast backwards. Maybe it's better to recall The pass that way. We rarely take pictures of sad occasions.

The mental images were liquifying so I could no longer separate what I was recalling from the past from what I'd seen in detailed photos that afternoon. Like life. I've long suspected that many of my memories from childhood are actually drawn from old pictures, That they are composed of snapshots, A mosaic of celluloids Images reworked into a remembered reality. Kodak cast backwards. Maybe it's better to recall the past that way. We rarely take pictures of sad occasions.

Ben locked his eyes on mine for a long moment. Then, "How?" "How do you think?" I smiled, then slapped him full across the face

I think my zygomaticus major might be major. I smile big and I smile a lot—even my resting bitch face is a smile.

Too much talking and not enough writhing in ecstasy. You will commence writhing now.

No, I didn't enjoy that in the least. Do it again so I can not enjoy it some more.

love is life no love , no life

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.