Quotes About Emotion

he felt his heart stop. He knew each curve and volume and tactile sensation intimately, her image reconstructed by his searching fingers. And he was wretchedly struck at the horrendous extent of her danger. She had come for him, he knew without a doubt, and if he hadn't known he loved her before, he would have surely then. She was here beside him

It's funny how you can be all alone and in danger and then a minute later feel totally safe, like you've never been lonely before.

None of us can choose where we shall love...

None of us can chose where we will love.

Words spoken in the heat of the moment may be forgiven; words preserved for ever on parchment may overreach their mark once passion has abated.

Getting to play characters so unlike myself is cathartic.

His smile is kind, and my heart, which I didn't even know had taken off, starts to calm down.

She wanted to bang her fists against him, to shake his secrets out of him, make him tell her something, anything, she could hold onto to help ease the mounting dread inside her.

Don't be logical. You know I hate that.

Love is supposed to be scary. If it was easy, everyone would do it.

I could never regret you. Us

You're not someone I could forget," he murmured.

If eyes were the windows to the soul, then the wrinkles surrounding them must be the roadmap of all the soul had endured. Bobby

I've married a man who is so afraid of living, he'd rather destroy the very thing that makes him feel alive.

His voice softened, and he looked at her, his beautiful eyes glossy. "Cookie, if I could, I'd start all over with you. Do things right. Honor us both." ...His mouth opened. Closed. He swallowed, and a single tear dripped onto his cheek.

How had she ever thought sleeping with him would be a stress reliever, when he was the biggest producer of her stress?

Everything beautiful has a story it wants to tell. But not every story is beautiful.

Everything beautiful has a story it wants to tell'" she said reading aloud the store's tagline at the top of the form.. "I love that.

We decide who and what we will love and who and what we will hate. We decide what we will do with the love and hate. Every day we decide. It was this that revealed who we were, not the color of our flesh or the shape of our eyes or the language we spoke.

I don't think love is something you can start and stop by choosing. Our hearts tell us who we will love, noth teh other way

The heart always does what it needs to do.

This is what makes us sublimely human, isn't it? Not unsullied genetic perfection, but when we stubbornly love and honor one another.

What's there to remember if not the good things?

I don't think love is something you can start and stop by choosing. Our hearts tell us who we will love, not the other way.