Quotes About Emotion

You have a point, but love can also cause you to see things as you prefer to see them, as you want them to be.

He could make her want simply by existing. There'd been no one else who could ever hold her heart with no more than a look, a word. He'd given her a life beyond survival, beyond even the badge that had been her world, and the symbol of that survival.

Two years married, she thought, and he could still make her heart hum.

The surface can hide a great deal of turmoil.

Your heart runs deep. It is…choosy. It is careful, but when it's given, it's complete.

I'm tired of every time I have a moment with you, you put murder between us." "There is murder between us." "No. If anything, that's what brought us here. Is that the problem? You can't shed Lieutenant Dallas long enough to feel?" "That's who I am." "Then that's who I want.

Love makes you do the wacky

When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

I love you." His eyes met hers briefly, and it was there. The simplicity of it. The enormity of it.

Creative people study other people; and music is a science as much as an art, an emotion as much as a science.

That click between them had the potential, she knew, to reverberate through the rest of her life.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!  

I love Feeney." Peabody blinked damp eyes. "I totally do.

My love for you is a fearsome thing, Dallas. - Roarke

best clips run on the biggest screen you can find, and you singing "My Always."'" "Oh, honey." "I sang it—by his request—at our wedding. And I'm going to do it, Sylvie." Her eyes filled, but the tears didn't fall. "I'm going to find it in myself to give him that. Because he is. He's my always." Sylvie sat on the edge of the lounger, took her hand. "I know some of this is repetitive

Aku mencintaimu. Untuk semua waktu ketika aku lupa mengatakannya. - Eve Dallas

I'm inside you." He panted it out as he pushed them both to madness. "Everything I am. Body, heart, mind.

Everything in me skips and scrambles when you look at me like that." "You're mine." And that brought him something beyond excitement, something deeper than passion.

Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears? "I've

Then you got to the face, framed by that mane of black silk hair, and no heart could be blamed for skipping a few beats. That face, carved by some genius god on a particularly artistic day. Those eyes, so wildly blue they caught the breath. That mouth, so perfectly, romantically sculpted, curved now, for her. Maybe, just maybe, with another handful of years of marriage, seeing him unexpectedly wouldn't simply dazzle her.

Do you know what else I think, Eve?' 'I don't have a clue.' 'I think I'm in love with you.

I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas. I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am.

His curses delivered in a low, vicious voice, became steadily more inventive. And, she observed with some fascination, more Irish.