Quotes About Emotion

No one, she tought as the breath trembled through her lips, no one had ever looked at her as he did. In a way that told her she was the center

Real love's beautiful, elusive, and mean as a snake.

Worrying about me won't help you get your job done. Who says I'm worried? He stayed where he was; simply held out his hand. She crossed to him, took it, gripped hard. When I met you, she said carefully, I didn't want you in my life. You were one big complication. Every time I looked at you, or heard your voice, or so much as thought about you, the complication got bigger. And now? Now? You are my life. She gave his hand one last squeeze, then released. Okay, enough mushy stuff. Olympus.

He needed to call Eve. He looked across the field, across the silvered mists and gentle rise of aching green. Rather than pull out his pocket-link he continued to toy with the button. He didn't want to call her. He wanted to touch her. To hold her, just hold her and anchor himself again. Why did I come without you? he murmured, when I need you so bloody much?

I saw you, and that's all it took. Sometimes I can't breathe, I love you so much.

Love turned everybody's brain sideways, just like a stunner.

When a man is clever enough and knows his quarry well enough to choose such a time and place to propose marriage, well, a woman was a goner.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...

You know how I love being referred to as your fancy piece." "Sometimes you're my love muffin." He managed a strangled laugh. She could, at the oddest times, surprise him.

Love swamped her. It always seemed to come in huge, unexpected waves that left her flailing helplessly.

Love can die. It can be killed, no matter how alive it was, it's not invulnerable. Mine's dead. It's dead and it's buried. I just want one thing more, and that's the chance to look him in the face and tell him he's nothing. If I can do that one thing, it'll be enough.

Peabody pursed her lips. You're really mean today. Yes. Yes, I am. Eve took a deep gulp of hideous air, and smiled. I feel good about that.

Who's a girl?" "You're mine." His hands glided down her back, around and up to her breasts. "You're my girl." "Sap," she said, but in a little sigh as she gave him her lips again. She'd never been anybody's girl, had never wanted to be. It had always seemed a weak term to her, one of submission and vulnerability. But with him, it was sweet and foolish, and just exactly right.

Peabody only smiled. Guilt was the best tool, she knew. She'd learned that one at her mother's knee.

Music isn't just a bunch of notes strung together, sweetheart. It's life. It's memory. Songs trigger specific and often predictable emotional reactions. Music's an expression of emotion, desires.

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back. (Lt. Eve Dallas)

He lifted his glass, smiled over the rim at Eve. And when someone said his name, and he glanced toward them, Eve saw something come into his eyes, just a flash of it. A something she'd only seen when he looked at her. It was gone, shuttered down into polite pleasure. But it had been there. Very slowly, Eve tracked her gaze over, and saw her.

I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no breath left. Every minute with you, I'm alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I'm alive with you, Eve She sighted, touched his cheek. We'd better get out of here. We're getting mush all over the pool.

The sudden power and punch of the kiss rocked her back on her heels, and made her wonder if little beams of sunlight were shooting out of her fingertips.

I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all about what makes you feel empowered and in control. It's the Under You.

I wouldn't change a moment of the time, good or bad, we've had together since I first turned and locked eyes on you. What a jolt that was through me. I've never recovered. - Roarke

You're courageous enough to do something that in some part of your heart you see as cowardly.

Love, she knew—where once she hadn't believed—could be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.

Lust dazzles, sure, at least for the short term. But love clears the vision. You see better, sharper, because you feel more than you did before.