Quotes About Emotion

Liam stared at her, his gaze glittering hot with something she was afraid to identify because it made her knees weak and she couldn't breathe from the intensity and pace of her heart pounding away in her chest. He wanted to kiss her. He didn't want to want to kiss her—she could read that in his expression, as well—but she knew he did. And right, then. Cop or not—mistake that it would be— she wanted him to kiss her, too.

His mouth settled over hers with mind-numbing possession and it was way better than the on-screen kisses she'd envied. Way better than— Wow. Liam released a husky groan the second his tongue swept into her mouth to touch hers. Fire exploded in her veins, a hot rush of feeling and sensation that obliterated the chiding voice in her head, screaming at her to run.

She turned her head and rubbed her cheek against the surprisingly velvety feel of his inner arm, the muscle tensing even more against her face when she pressed a kiss to his skin. In response, she felt him flex inside her. "Caroline." She'd always hated her name. It was too old-fashioned, too hokey and very grandma-ish. But when Liam said it like that, she actually liked it. He made her name, he made her, feel like the sexiest, most beautiful woman on earth.

Before you tell me how we shouldn't be doing this—" did she dare say what she was thinking? "—I want you to remember how it felt when we were together, because I know you'd like to feel that way again." His hands tightened at her waist and his entire body hardened against hers. She drew back enough to see his face and caught her breath at his expression. Desire and want, need. Not sexual but…the need for closeness, for a connection. For her.

Have you ever felt like you could cry because you know you just heard the most important thing anybody in the world could have spoke at that second?

The man in her dream would ride up and surprise her on his horse…saying her beauty pierced such a great place in his heart.

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Love has no meaning or amount.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

Grief is dishonest and irrational. It makes us believe we would do anything to restore the natural order as we perceive it, even though it is the very same order that extinguishes the ones we love. And should our wish be fulfilled and the dead return, we'd be left to answer

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

The history of the human race is the history of human hatred. Even love cannot erase such intense hatred.

The smaller the world one lives in, the deeper and stronger their hatred can grow. It is like water poured into a dish.

Out of all human emotions, none is more primitive, and has a longer lasting effect on the body, than hatred.

Sometimes hatred can even give unbelievable power to people.

I love you more than anything else in this world. That's why your words were like a knife stabbing me in the heart. That's why you have to die, too.

Manusia itu makhluk rumit yang sering melakukan hal-hal bertentangan. Bisa saja beberapa saat sebelumnya dia berniat mengadakan pesta atau memesan tempat di restoran, tapi jika dia ingin mati, maka dia akan mati. Kusanagi

Kusanagi tuvo la impresión de que estaba vomitando su alma".

Was it true? She had to know. She felt the love and the hatred in her heart tearing her in two, and realized that she would kill for the truth. And so she decided – she would go through with it. She would become this man's wife, always by his side, holding his fate in her hands, delaying the time of his punishment. She would give him a chance to earn her forgiveness.

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I'll push it down... Down into the deepest part of my heart, so no one will see it. If I crush it, maybe it'll eventually go away. That's what I hope for every day. But what can I do? I don't really want to lose this feeling at all.

I don't think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine warmth? I don't think you can fake it.

Some people hurt so much they can't take what they need, even when someone wants to give it to them. (106)